Shattering the twenty shoulders of Lanka King
Who wielded a leafy lance, granting
Him the sword chandrahaasam
And a trillion trillion life-days,
Arching your bow mailing darts
To burn the triple citadels, holding
A deer-calf in your hands in the auric Hall
Of Conscious in Tillai, you are. When would I see you Lord?
Translation: S. A. Sankaranarayanan,(2007)