O the Consort of the Mountain`s Daughter,
praise be!
O the Rider of the young Bull,
praise be!
Your feet divine,
praise be!
O the One that firmly abides in my bosom,
praise be!
O the One that has an eye in the forehead,
praise be!
O the Wielder of the triple-bladed trident,
praise be!
You became the seven seas and the seven worlds,
praise be!
O Siva that,
of yore,
shot with a bow the three walled towns,
praise be!
O Tirumoolattaana,
praise be,
praise be!
Translation: T. N. Ramachandran,Thanjaavoor ,1995