வனவரித் திண்புலி யின்னதள் ஏகம்ப மன்னருளேஎனவரு பொன்னணங் கென்னணங் கிற்கென் எழிற்கழங்கும்தனவரிப் பந்துங் கொடுத்தெனைப் புல்லியும் இற்பிரிந்தேஇனவரிக்கல்லதர் செல்வதெங் கேயொல்கும் ஏழைநெஞ்சே.
In plain words
My girl, who came like the abiding grace of Ēkampaṉ in his hide of the strong striped forest tiger, my girl, whose beauty makes golden Tirumakaḷ grieve, gave me my lovely kazhaṅku pebbles and the ball, round as a breast and wound with thread, and embraced me too, and parted from the house. Where does she go now, on the stony path of the striped herds? O poor heart, sinking!
Line by line
Of the hide of the strong striped forest tiger, the abiding grace of Ēkampaṉ like, who came, for my girl, at whom the golden goddess grieves, my lovely kazhaṅku pebbles and the ball, round as a breast and wound, giving, and embracing me too, parting from the house, on the stony path of the striped herds, where does she go? O my poor heart that sinks.