The hero speaks:
With snakes is He decked
Whose dance melts the very bones
Of His devotees who hail Him
With their beauteous hands folded.
Even as they wilt and waste who do not
Sing His Tillai Ambalam,
Her waist droops and languishes.
O bees,
are there in your maruta realm
Ambal blossoms to match her lips
That are so fragrant and ripe and sweet?
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995
11. Beckoning a bee
O! bee, in your wide delta are there nenuphars
Smelling alike as her sweet, fruity speech fragrant as she warbles?
Her slim waist waddles as do those that hymn not the Tillai spatium
Of the supreme serpent adorned Lord
Adance to melt the bones
Of servitors with folded hands.
Translation: S.A. Sankaranarayanan, (2009)
