மயக்கத்த நல்லிருள் கொல்லும் சுறவோ டெறிமகரம்இயக்கத் திடுசுழி ஓதம் கழிகிளர் அக்கழித்தார்துயக்கத் தவர்க்கரு ளாக்கம்பர் கச்சிக் கடலபொன்னூல்முயக்கத் தகல்வு பொறாள்கொண்க நீர்வரும் ஊர்க்கஞ்சுமே.
In plain words
Here in the bewildering thick darkness are killing sharks and striking makarams. On the way the tide surging in the backwater sets its whirlpools turning, and that backwater is long as a garland. Kampar does not grant grace to those whose minds are confused. She, the golden thread of the sea shore of his Kanchi, cannot bear parting from your embrace; yet, O lord of the shore, she fears this village to which you come.
Line by line
In the bewildering thick darkness, with killing sharks and striking makarams, on the way, the tide surging in the backwater sets whirlpools; that backwater, a garland, to the confused, not granting grace, Kampar; of Kanchi's sea, a golden thread, parting in the embrace she cannot bear; O lord of the shore, the village you come to she fears indeed.