The hero speaks:
Lotus of ever-increasing beauty,
Nelumboes of ever-increasing glory,
Colourful Kumizh bright that blooms
In the grove of Lord`s Tillai,
Konku and goodly Kantal:
With these is wrought,
her frame,
as a garland
Of ever-increasing fragrance divine;
She is a lithe liana endowed
With the swan`s own gait.
Behold her,
beauteously blazing
Like Kama`s victorious pennant.
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995
1.Sight
Blooms the lotus of weal; fair bulb of blue too;
Bubble of a bell hues Lord’s Tillai high;
Bulge buds of kongu there carmine Kantals combine
And fabric a figure of regal maiden
Shaming a swan in gait, out bannering
Kama’s darts, a summit of a sight to wow!
Translation: S.A. Sankaranarayanan, (2009)
