Civaṉ who wears the cool crescent.
who has a holy form which is red like fire.
you laughed to make the fire consume all the three cities of the enemies who did not esteem you.
the elderly god in the temple in Aruḷtuṟai in Veṇṇainallūr on the southern bank of the river Peṇṇai which cleans the sins of those who bathe.
having been your slave before.
can I counter-argue now that I am not your slave?
Is it proper on my part?
Translation: V.M.Subramanya Aiyar–Courtesy: French Institute of Pondichery / EFEO (2006)
O, Wearer of \'himarashmi\' cool moon,O, flamboyant holy mien,
didn\'t you laugh to flame up
the triple polis of those thoughtless of you, o, Lord Supreme
seated in Arutturai of Vennainalloor
on the south of Pennai bed with rich earth to purge the flaws
of shallow souls that plunge in deeps!
Can I a hoary slave of you ever huskily voice in bad faith .
that I, I, am none of yours?
Translation: S. A. Sankaranarayanan, Kumbakonam, 2016