Oh God who holds in your red hand a leaping young deer and who resides in puntarāi surrounded by parks where the birds with split beaks wander in search of their food, fish, in the hollow pits, stay daily!
Please tell me the wonder of placing on a single red caṭai the water of the flood (of Kaṅkai) (water has the property of spreading everywhere and descending downwards;
Lord Civaṉ controlled it and kept it on his caṭai, that is a wonder).