He is the One that wears the young,
milk-white crescent;
He is the primal One who is all the three worlds;
He is the Destroyer of the triple,
hostile citadels;
He is the abiding Light,
the Emerald,
The Honey and the Milk.
He is the beauteous One that presides over Kutraalam;
He is the Dancer,
the King,
the God of Gnosis;
He is of Perumpatra-p-Puliyur.
Unlived indeed are the days unspent in His praise.