Who are mothers?
Who is father?
Who are kin?
What indeed Is supporting wealth?
Who indeed are good?
None comes To help when death comes;
they will set fire to the corpse With small sticks of fuel and go away Even as it burns.
O Lord whose form is Chith!
O opulent One of Tiruvaanaikka upon the long-extending Ponni!
O my Father!
If I could gain your golden feet Would misery assail me--Your servitor?