riding on a bull with Umai who has lips like the flowers of the red-flowers of the silk-cotton tree.
the pūtam to sing.
in the noon when sacrificial fire is maintained, to receive the alms given.
you wander entering into many houses.
what a cruelty is the manner by which you keep quiet and do not order silk and sandal-paste!
when the immortals requested you in the distant past.
as you had unbounded compassion which made you not to turn a deaf ear to their request, you consumed the poison which rose in the ocean which is always moving.
you were in wealthy nākaikkārōṇam on the sea-shore, where ladies who are as tender as the peacock with a big tail, dance.


Fantail peacock proud maidens dance on the opulent seashore of Naagaikkaarona where O, Lord, you stay with zeal! With Uma of silk cotton flower red lips, mounting the Taurus, you ride at noon, as sacrificial flames ascend to zenith, to take alms from homes many with goblins singing by; when devas prayed that day, you ate up venom that welled up from sea and saved them, overcoming inertia in quick compassion; now, why dull to provide me silken vest and sandal salve? In pretence??