Oh God who has on your feet anklets made of gold which the tēvar worship surrounding you in pūntarāi where the conches and oysters which rose in the clear waves dashing against the shore, and enter into the tanks where lotus flowers shine like gold.
Oh great one! is it greatness to ride on a bull? please tell me.
Translation: V.M.Subramanya Aiyar–Courtesy: French Institute of Pondichery / EFEO (2006)