உருவாம் உலகுக் கொருவன் ஆகியபெரியோய் வடிவிற் பிறிதிங் கின்மையின்எப்பொரு ளாயினும் இங்குள தாமெனின்அப்பொருள் உனக்கே அவயவம் ஆதலின்முன்னிய மூவெயில் முழங்கெரி ஊட்டித்தொன்னீர் வையகம் துயர்கெடச் சூழ்ந்ததும்வேள்வி மூர்த்திதன் தலையினை விடுத்ததும்நீள்விசும் பாளிதன் தோளினை நெரித்ததும்ஓங்கிய மறையோற் கொருமுகம் ஒழித்ததும்பூங்கணை வேளைப் பொடிபட விழித்ததும்திறல்கெட அரக்கனைத் திருவிரல் உறுத்ததும்குறைபடக் கூற்றினைக் குறிப்பினில் அடர்த்ததும்என்றிவை முதலா ஆள்வினை எல்லாம்நின்றுழிச் செறிந்தவை நின்செய லாதலின்உலவாத் தொல்புகழ் ஒற்றி யூரபகர்வோர் நினக்குவே றின்மை கண்டவர்நிகழ்ச்சியின் நிகழின் அல்லதுபுகழ்ச்சியிற் படுப்பரோ பொருளுணர்ந் தோரே.
In plain words
O great one, who have become the one for the world that is your form! Since there is nothing here other than your form, whatever thing may exist here is a limb of you yourself. You fed the roaring fire to the three forts that rose against you, and devised that the distress of the earth of ancient waters should end. You struck off the head of the lord of the sacrifice. You crushed the shoulders of the ruler of the wide sky. You did away with one face of the exalted one of the Veda. You glared the flower-arrowed Vēḷ into ash. You pressed the demon down with your sacred toe until his strength failed. You crushed Death by a mere sign so that he was brought low. All these deeds of valour, these and others, are held within you where you stand, and they are your own acts. So, O Lord of Oṟṟiyūr, whose ancient fame never wanes, those who tell of them, who have seen that nothing is other than you, those who have understood what is real: unless they tell them as things that simply happened, would they ever turn them into praise?
Line by line
You who have become the one for the world that is your form, O great one, since there is nothing here other than your form, whatever thing it may be, if it exists here, since that thing is a limb to you yourself, feeding the roaring fire to the three forts that rose against you, and devising that the distress of the earth of ancient waters should end, and releasing the head of the lord of the sacrifice, and crushing the shoulders of the ruler of the long sky, and doing away with one face of the exalted one of the Veda, and glaring the flower-arrowed Vēḷ into ash, and pressing the demon with the sacred toe so that his strength failed, and crushing Death by a sign so that he was diminished, all these deeds of valour, with these first, which are packed in where you stand, since they are your acts, O Lord of Oṟṟiyūr of unwaning ancient fame, those who tell them, who have seen that there is nothing other than you, unless it is as a happening that happened, would they put it into praise, those who have understood the real?