Wednesday, December 28, 2011

TIRUPPAVAI--13



puLLin vaay keendaanaip pollaa arakkanaik 
kiLLik kaLaindhaanaik keerththi mai paadip pOyp 
piLLaigaL ellaarum paavaik kaLambukkaar 
veLLi ezhundhu viyaazham uRangitru 
puLLum silambina kaaN pOdharik kaNNinaay 
kuLLak kuLirak kudaindhu neeraadaadhae 
paLLik kidaththiyO! paavaay! nee nan naaLaal 
kaLLam thavirndhu kalandhaelOr embaavaay (13) 

The lasses have reached, The place of prayer for Pavai, Singing the fame of our Lord. Who killed the ogre who came like a stork. And who cut off the heads of the bad ogre , One by one. The nevus has risen in the morn, The Jupiter has vanished from the sky, The birds are making lot of sound, Of beautiful one with wide eyes red as a flower. Without taking bath by dipping again and again, In ice cold water, Would you prefer to sleep. Oh lass, On this holy day, Do not stay aside, And come to bathe with us. And worship our Goddess Pavai.
  Singing the glory of Him
       Who split the bird's bill and kill'd
    And Him who pluck'd the wicked demon as a weed;
       Girlies all reach'd the site of deity;
    Venus ascended and Jupiter, had slept sunk;
       Birds too clanged behold, belle gild:
    Thy eye, is a la flower or deer  flirting?
       Yet asleep in bed,
       Enjoin to dip and shiver in bath cold;
       Shed off thy stealth untold
       This  day is  auspicious, consider  our damsel.

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