The hero speaks:
The Lord is realised by His own knowledge,
Not by Pasu or Pasa knowledge.
He is the Peerless One of Tillai Chitrambalam.
With lips red as Kovvai and liana-waist
Is she not the manifestation of His Ananda?
Union with her is a fresh marvel every time;
It for ever soars like the swelling hips
Of her of perfumed locks!
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995
9. Intense thirst and slaking of it
Feeling Him the conscious shrinks and resolves.
Dear it is to rehearse that feel. He the numen of Tillai spatium
Is bliss as objective correlate
Lips ruddy, liana waisted, shoulder to shoulder, every try
As of early, renews the result in swelling fragrant abode
Of open forelaps curly locked.
Translation: S.A. Sankaranarayanan, (2009)
