He is concorporate with Her whose words
Are nectarean like the sugarcane;
He is a hill of dazzling diamond;
He wears a wreath of konrai flowers;
It is He who is the rare Vedas
And their sextuple Angas;
He is the bright-rayed Flame of southern Aaroor
Girt with fragrant groves where bees buzz;
He is the unwavering lamp of Light,
The Ens Entium;
He is of Perumpatra-p-Puliyur.
Unlived indeed are the days unspent in His praise.
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995