Madhurakavi alvar.

Kanninun Siruttambu.

Sweeter to me than the Lord
who was fettered to the grindstone
Is the blessed saint of Kurugur;
His name makes my mouth water!

I uttered his name and found great joy,'
And sought his love lotus feet as truth,
Now another Lord I know not.
Singing his songs I roam the streets.

I roam but everywhere I see
The dark lovely frame of the Kurugur saint,
Who deemed me worthy of his grace.
This is my great fortune indeed.

Worthy scholars full of wisdom
Had declared me worthless, yet
Like father and mother in one.
He made me his own, Satakopan my lord.

Then I coveted others wealth,
courted lovely damsels.
Now I have the love, what more?---
Of the golden Kurugur city lord.

Henceforth and through seven lives.
That I may sing his praise, he hathed graced me,
He that rules the great city of Kurugur
Shall never fail me just see.

Having spotted me the dark framed saint
Purged me on my past misdeeds
I shall let the eight quarters know
The abiding grace of the speaker of pure Tamil.

For those who value grace,
He graced the Tamil Vedas see,
He sang for us a thousand sweet hymns
That is the greatest grace in this world.

He put great truths of the vedas
Into simple songs and placed them in my heart.
Great seer Satakopan's  all pervading love.
Is the reward for my surrender to him.

The useless and the worthless he will repair
And put to good use every soul.
O Lord of Kurugur where sweet cuckoos haunt,
 I only seek to deserve your abiding love.

to those who seek refuge,
Madhurakavi as friend has this to say
Seek refuge in the Lord of Kurugur
For believe me Vaikuntha is here.