The hero speaks:
He peeled off the hide,
Of the hill-like tusker,
He is the Lord of Tillai Ambalam.
O woman that resides in the hill in His
Potiyil range,
O ear-ringed beauty,
quit sorrow.
The subtle effulgence white that emanates
From the plastered mansion of our town
Girds as garment your black hill.
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995
15. Compulsive vicinity emphasized
O daughter of the Hill-man atop the mount!
He of Tillai spatium downed the surging rock.
Grieve not. O one with auric rings!
Our mansion’d urbs’ liquid light would souse
And brassiere your black hills
As a covering drape in support sheer.
Translation: S.A. Sankaranarayanan, (2009)
