O Wearer of garlands buzzed by bees
That hum bewitchingly! O my Father!
Malas are non est in the presence of Grace; my eye
Discerns not; yet how do I perceive the murk
Of the malas? O Sovereign of Vennainallur!
Deign, my Sire, to annul my dubiety and confusion.
Translation: Dr. T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,2003