The food I eat, the water I drink,
The betel which I chew
Is all my Lord Kannan alone'
Eyes brimming with tears she would say;
Would my young gazelle have sought and found out
That he resides at Tirukkolur
And than taken her departure
To that place?
Throwing her modesty to the winds
And like herself
Making each village, land and the world
Prate only his name and Wreaths,
has she gone indeed to Kolur
With its fertile fields?
Dear minas, let this
Poor wretch know.
Mina parrot, ball and toy,
Boxes of flowers,
All these she used to call by the name
Of the blessed Lord.
My poppet has now gone to the cool
Tirukkolur
Red lips twitching, eyes raining tears,
What would she there?
Will the slanderous women of those strange places
call her queer or high souled?
Shaking her slender waist, my fawn
Who is so young
Chose to leave me and has gone
Where that Lord is to be found
Rolling in wealth.
My little goddess gave up her toys
And withered
And has gone to Tirukkolur
Of the Lord;
I wonder how she is enjoying
The earth groves and tanks
And his temple there today
Cooling her soul!
Useless to me now, my young fawn
Has gone south
To that place which is like a gem,
Lovely Tirukkolur,
And seeing the Lord's lovely eyes there
And red mouth
She will stand and pine, her own large eyes
Filled with tears!
With brimful eyes and a mind
Infatuated
She will call night and day
On the Lord
In Tirukkour where he is
Rolling in wealth
How will she creep and crawl there
Broken and wearied?
Hands resting on her slim waist,
Broken and pining,
Will she be walking heart melted
And eyes brimming,
Our girl who has left us
With her melting heart
To go to Tirukkolur to the Lord
Of Lakshmi in her shimmering flower?
If she saw anything good
Full of love for her kannan
She would keep it for him; and now
Leaving all that
She has gone to Tirukkolur
Defying slander
And walking straight out without
Thinking of us.
O gods, I cannot think
How my long eyed fawn
Who would not for a moment leave
Her lotus eyed Lord
who owns all the world, has gone
To Tirukkolur
Unmindful of the shame it brings
upon our house.
These ten out of the thousand
Composed by Satagopan
Of Kurukur with its flowers
And groves
In honour of that great treasure,
Madhusudan of Kolur,
Will allow those who recite it
To rule over the glittering earth.
VI 7.
The betel which I chew
Is all my Lord Kannan alone'
Eyes brimming with tears she would say;
Would my young gazelle have sought and found out
That he resides at Tirukkolur
And than taken her departure
To that place?
Throwing her modesty to the winds
And like herself
Making each village, land and the world
Prate only his name and Wreaths,
has she gone indeed to Kolur
With its fertile fields?
Dear minas, let this
Poor wretch know.
Mina parrot, ball and toy,
Boxes of flowers,
All these she used to call by the name
Of the blessed Lord.
My poppet has now gone to the cool
Tirukkolur
Red lips twitching, eyes raining tears,
What would she there?
Will the slanderous women of those strange places
call her queer or high souled?
Shaking her slender waist, my fawn
Who is so young
Chose to leave me and has gone
Where that Lord is to be found
Rolling in wealth.
My little goddess gave up her toys
And withered
And has gone to Tirukkolur
Of the Lord;
I wonder how she is enjoying
The earth groves and tanks
And his temple there today
Cooling her soul!
Useless to me now, my young fawn
Has gone south
To that place which is like a gem,
Lovely Tirukkolur,
And seeing the Lord's lovely eyes there
And red mouth
She will stand and pine, her own large eyes
Filled with tears!
With brimful eyes and a mind
Infatuated
She will call night and day
On the Lord
In Tirukkour where he is
Rolling in wealth
How will she creep and crawl there
Broken and wearied?
Hands resting on her slim waist,
Broken and pining,
Will she be walking heart melted
And eyes brimming,
Our girl who has left us
With her melting heart
To go to Tirukkolur to the Lord
Of Lakshmi in her shimmering flower?
If she saw anything good
Full of love for her kannan
She would keep it for him; and now
Leaving all that
She has gone to Tirukkolur
Defying slander
And walking straight out without
Thinking of us.
O gods, I cannot think
How my long eyed fawn
Who would not for a moment leave
Her lotus eyed Lord
who owns all the world, has gone
To Tirukkolur
Unmindful of the shame it brings
upon our house.
These ten out of the thousand
Composed by Satagopan
Of Kurukur with its flowers
And groves
In honour of that great treasure,
Madhusudan of Kolur,
Will allow those who recite it
To rule over the glittering earth.
VI 7.
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