He is clothed in the flayed hide of the dark tusker;
Flexing His shapely and splendorous shoulders,
Whilst His sounding anklets chime in concord;
He is the Lord that dances
Adorned with a crescent in His matted crest;
She of the glorious and resplendent visage
Beholds His dance,
Whilst the celestial throngs bow with their heads.
He is of Perumpatra-p-Puliyur.
Unlived indeed are the days unspent in His praise.
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995