see 1st verse
as there was not even a little of deceitful thought in my mind.
I, your slave, decided to land a house-holder`s life with joy.
if I am troubled in mind there is no one to be my companion.
our God who wears a white man`s ear-ring made of conch!
I, your slave, fainted to inflict pain seizing me to become confused inside my belly increasing on it severity.
Translation: V.M.Subramanya Aiyar–Courtesy: French Institute of Pondichery / EFEO (2006)