தருக்கவற் றான் மிக்க முப்புரம் எய்தயன் தன்தலையைநெருக்கவற் றோட மழுவாள் விசைத்தது நெற்களென்றும்பருக்கவற் றாங்கச்சி ஏகம்பர் அத்தர்தம் பாம்புகளின்திருக்கவற் றாலிட் டருளும் கடகத் திருக்கரமே.
In plain words
This hand shot the three cities great in their pride. It swung the axe blade, pressing Brahmā's head so that it was severed and fell away. Such is the holy hand of the Father, Ēkampar of Kanchi, where the paddy always grows plump: it graciously wears armlets made of the coils of his snakes.
Line by line
The three cities great in their pride he shot; Ayaṉ's head pressing so that it was severed and went, it swung the axe blade; where paddy always grows plump, Kanchi's Ēkampar, the Father's; of his snakes the coils, with them made and graciously worn, the armleted holy hand indeed.