The hero speaks:
Of this I am sure indeed:
truly speaking,
She is nectar and I,
the taste thereof;
Assuredly this is the work of kindly Providence.
I am she:
Who can comprehend the beauty of this felicity?
Our secret union was at the hill of Potiyil
The Lord of which is the Pure One of Puliyur.
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995
8. Orgiastic act
God-send is my ambrosial She and Me
A yoke of relish by deeds good garnered:
She is Me. Who else knows the part-and-whole?
For bliss to get twined are we; who knows this
Like me in stealth fending not the bouldered foot
Of Potiyil hill of Puliyur abider?
Translation: S.A. Sankaranarayanan, (2009)
