O flock of herons feeding
Everyday on the marsh worms
Go and tell, hands clasped in awe
the sweet mouth Lord with his discus
In red paddy growing Vandur
The love which I
Fate's puppet bear him.
Dark herons with your gentle mates
Feeding around
Go to our Lord in cool Vandur
Echoing with Vedic hymns
Raised in holy sacrifices
And your hands clasping the feet
Of him who swallowed the world
Tell him my abject condition.
O birds in flocks gathered together
In search of food
Go to Vandur with its riches
Where stays the Lord.
With his twirling discus and honey mouth
Descend and bowing low
Tell him the deep distress
From which I suffer.
O simple swans in ceaseless joy
Linked each to each
Go to Vandur where the Vedic sounds
Rise unceasing to the skies,
And meet and tell the sea hued Lord
That one melts for him.
O twin swans, when you have sulked
and made up
Go to Vandur, where conches are left
On sand dunes
And see our Lord with his basil crown
And your hands clasped
Pray for yourself and also
For poor me.
I pray you lovely Koels
On the punnai trees
Go to Vandur where the fish
Flash in the mud
Go and meet the Lord
With the powerful discus
And bring me a message
To end my craze.
Lovely parrot go just once
To bring me word
To Vanvandur with its groves
And red strand
Where you will spot the dark one
With red mouth,
red hands red feet
Discus and conch.
O lovely little mina
Return to me
After seeing him at Vandur
With its sedge
Cassia makula and other cool trees
The large lotus eyed
Dark cloud hued hair heaped high
And four shoulders!
Swans gliding on blossoms go to him
In Vanvandur
where conches herald the morn and tell
That cruel wizard
Kannan the great Lord in secret
When all alone
The bitter fate that has become
My condition.
O bees honey drunk whom I beg
Believing you different
Tell him who reduced Lanka's ramparts
Now in Vandur
Noprth of the river Pampai
With its limpid waters
That there is one still alive here
And languishing!
Those who can recite this decade
To the one at Tiruvandur
Among the thousand that Satagopan
Of Kurukur composed
To honour the Lord who as a dwarf
Withhis flashing thread
Came and took the earth away
Will win the hearts of winsome women!
Everyday on the marsh worms
Go and tell, hands clasped in awe
the sweet mouth Lord with his discus
In red paddy growing Vandur
The love which I
Fate's puppet bear him.
Dark herons with your gentle mates
Feeding around
Go to our Lord in cool Vandur
Echoing with Vedic hymns
Raised in holy sacrifices
And your hands clasping the feet
Of him who swallowed the world
Tell him my abject condition.
O birds in flocks gathered together
In search of food
Go to Vandur with its riches
Where stays the Lord.
With his twirling discus and honey mouth
Descend and bowing low
Tell him the deep distress
From which I suffer.
O simple swans in ceaseless joy
Linked each to each
Go to Vandur where the Vedic sounds
Rise unceasing to the skies,
And meet and tell the sea hued Lord
That one melts for him.
O twin swans, when you have sulked
and made up
Go to Vandur, where conches are left
On sand dunes
And see our Lord with his basil crown
And your hands clasped
Pray for yourself and also
For poor me.
I pray you lovely Koels
On the punnai trees
Go to Vandur where the fish
Flash in the mud
Go and meet the Lord
With the powerful discus
And bring me a message
To end my craze.
Lovely parrot go just once
To bring me word
To Vanvandur with its groves
And red strand
Where you will spot the dark one
With red mouth,
red hands red feet
Discus and conch.
O lovely little mina
Return to me
After seeing him at Vandur
With its sedge
Cassia makula and other cool trees
The large lotus eyed
Dark cloud hued hair heaped high
And four shoulders!
Swans gliding on blossoms go to him
In Vanvandur
where conches herald the morn and tell
That cruel wizard
Kannan the great Lord in secret
When all alone
The bitter fate that has become
My condition.
O bees honey drunk whom I beg
Believing you different
Tell him who reduced Lanka's ramparts
Now in Vandur
Noprth of the river Pampai
With its limpid waters
That there is one still alive here
And languishing!
Those who can recite this decade
To the one at Tiruvandur
Among the thousand that Satagopan
Of Kurukur composed
To honour the Lord who as a dwarf
Withhis flashing thread
Came and took the earth away
Will win the hearts of winsome women!