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)
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 HimWho 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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