மயக்கமில் சொல்நீ ஆயினும் மற்றவைதுயக்க நின்திறம் அறியாச் சூழலும்உறைவிடம் உள்ளம் ஆயினும் மற்றதுகறைபட ஆங்கே கரந்த கள்ளமும்செய்வினை உலகினிற் செய்வோய் எனினும்அவ்வினைப் பயன்நீ அணுகா அணிமையும்இனத்திடை இன்பம் வேண்டிநின் பணிவோர்மனத்திடை வாரி ஆகிய வனப்பும்அன்பின் அடைந்தவர்க் கணிமையும் அல்லவர்ச்சேய்மையும் நாள்தொறும்என்பினை உருக்கும் இயற்கைய ஆதலின்கண்டவர் தமக்கே ஊனுடல் அழிதல்உண்டென உணர்ந்தனம் ஒற்றி யூரமன்னிய பெரும்புகழ் மாதவத்துன்னிய செஞ்சடைத் தூமதி யோயே.
In plain words
You are the word in which there is no confusion; even so, there is the way other words bewilder and fail to know your nature. Your dwelling place is the heart; even so, there is the stealth with which you hide there, so that it is stained. You are the one who does the deeds done in the world; even so, there is the nearness in which you never come near the fruit of those deeds. There is the beauty with which you become a flood in the minds of those who bow to you, seeking joy among their own. There is your nearness to those who have come to you with love, and your farness from those who have not. Day after day all these have the power to melt the very bones, and so we have come to know that for those who have seen them, the body of flesh does perish. O Lord of Oṟṟiyūr, of abiding great fame! O you who wear on your red matted hair the pure moon, which came close to it through great austerity!
Line by line
Though you are the word without confusion, those others bewildering, the way they do not know your nature, and though your dwelling place is the heart, that so that it is stained, the stealth of hiding there, and though you are the one who does the deeds done in the world, the nearness by which you do not approach the fruit of those deeds, and of those who bow to you seeking joy among their own, the beauty of becoming a flood within the mind, and nearness to those who reached you with love, and to those not so, farness: day after day since they are of a nature that melts the bones, for those who have seen them indeed, the perishing of the flesh body exists, so we have realised, O Lord of Oṟṟiyūr, of abiding great fame; great austerity having come close by, on the red matted hair, O you of the pure moon.