O girls! Adorn your front doors with flowers and hang pearl garlands. Place mulaikkudams everywhere. Decorate your houses with beautiful lamps and pots of fragrance. Join with Indrani, Lakshmi, Parvathi, and Saraswathi and sing Pallaandu for the god. Join with Siddhi, Gauri, Parvathi and Ganga and fan the lord. Let us dance and sing the praise of our lord, the god of Aiyaru and pound the pure golden powder to bathe and adorn his body
O girls with lovely eyes like split mangoes, we need to pound divine golden powder for our lord whose long jata is adorned with blossoms. Come, sing and pound the powder. Call the devotees and ask them to join us, to dance and worship the lord. Our king, the dancer, made us his. May he come with his wife and give us his grace. Let us pound the golden powder to bathe and adorn his body
O girls, let us decorate our bodies with beautiful ashes, clean the floor and sprinkle pure golden powder, place branches of the karpaga tree all over, bringing them from Indra's world, and place bright lamps around and raise flags. He is the beloved of Uma, the lord of Indra, the king of the gods, the lord of Brahma and Thirumal, bearer of the discus, and the father of strong Murugan, who carries a spear. Let us pound golden powder for the beloved of the goddess Uma
Decorate the mortar with gold coins and flowering branches, put silk garments around it and praise the devotees of Shiva that they may live happily forever. Let us praise the pure golden temple of the lord Ekamban of Kacci, praised by all the lands of the world, and let us ask him to remove our desires for the world. Let us sing and pound the golden powder to bathe and adorn his body
O girls, you smile with your pearl-like teeth. Brahma and Thirumal bring arugu grass to worship the lord, but other gods are jealous of them and murmur, “We will worship our lord with arugu grass before Brahma and Thirumal.” Let us sing the praise of the pure golden temple of lord Ekambara, bearer of the bow that destroyed the three forts of his enemies. Let us pound the golden powder to bathe and adorn his body
When many women raise their pestles to pound the golden powder, devotees come and stand in front of them and say that all the places on the earth are not enough for the devotees wishing to pound the powder. Let us sing and praise the son-in-law of the Himalayas and worship his feet sprinkling fresh flowers on them. Let us happily pound the golden powder to bathe and adorn his body
Let the bracelets on our arms sing, let the crowd of devotees come and praise the lord with loud voices, and let all the people of the land come and join them to praise him. We will join them and praise the lord, our king, as majestic as golden Himalya mountain, the highest god, the beloved of the goddess Uma with soft feet, decorated with ornaments. Let us pound the golden powder for his body and sing his praise
O girls with lovely sword-like eyes, let your bracelets sing with music and your breasts dance and your arms swing keeping time. Let us praise the shining god, worship his feet and decorate them with fresh blossoms. O lord, we are lower than dogs yet you took us as your devotees. Let us sing his praise and pound the golden powder for his body
Let this whole world be our mortar and the great mountain Meru be our pestle. We will use the turmeric that is the truth to decorate the lord of the southern country where the Vaigai river flows. Let us praise the divine feet of the lord, the dancer in rich Thillai. Let us take the pure golden pestle in our right hands, pound the golden powder for the lord of beautiful Thillai and bathe him
Our breasts, decorated with pearls, dance as bees swarm around our curly hair and sing, our hearts think of Shiva and dance, and our lovely fish-shaped eyes dance, shedding tears. Entranced by our lord we dance. Let us and all born in the world dance for the lord. We sing and praise the compassion of the lord and dance. Let us pound the golden powder and dance
Our even teeth shine like the moon, our coral mouths throb with singing. Let us sing of how he protects us and how he has made us serve him. Let us search for the lord everywhere and our hearts will feel joy and we will be amazed when we know him. Let us dance praising the dancer of Thillai and let us pound the golden powder
The lord of the sky with beautiful eyes, the remedy for all sicknesses of his devotees, the god of gods, dancer in the hall of Thillai studded with diamonds and rubies, made us his and we became dear to him. He is false for those who think he is false but he is true for those who think he is true. O girls ornamented with golden bracelets, with lotus eyes and waists as thin as snakes, let us pound the golden powder and sing his praise
O girls with soft and musical words, you have pearl-like teeth, dark eyes and coral mouths, and your waists are like lightening. Our lord, the beloved of the daughter of the Himalayas, as sweet as nectar for us, is our son, our father, and brother—let us praise his feet. O girls with breasts ornamented by golden ornaments, let us pound the golden powder and sing his praise
O girls decorated with lovely ornaments, the conches on your necklaces sing, the anklets on your feet sing, the garlands on your long hair sway and your sweet mouths and lips throb. Let us sing the praise of Shiva’s world. Let us sing the praise of the god with matted locks where the snake moves and Ganges flows musically. Let us praise him with love and pound the golden powder
Our lord, the clear sugarcane juice of wisdom, the goodness of all the people of the world, the sweetness of honey and fruit, our king, enters our minds and makes them sweet and removes our birth. Let us praise the lord, the dancer, singing. O girls with thick sweet eyes, let us pound the golden powder singing his praise
Let us sing how he, the bull rider carrying a banner with the sign of a bull, conquered the three forts of his enemies, and how he comes to his devotees and gives his grace, and showed his beautiful lotus feet that the gods in the sky have never seen even in their dreams. Let us sing and sing the names of the lord, the servant of his devotees, and pound the shining golden powder
Let us praise his kondrai garland dripping with honey, let us praise his abode, let us praise the crescent moon on his head that shines in the sky, let us praise the white bull on which he rides, let us praise the trident in his hand that is smeared with flesh and sing how he save the gods and the people of the earth by drinking poison as if it were sweet. Let us praise him and pound the golden powder to bathe him
He removed the head of Brahma and played with it—let us praise him. He broke Surya’s teeth—let us praise him. He killed the elephant and used it as his cloak—let us praise his heroism. He kicked Yama with his foot—let us praise him. He destroyed the three forts of the Rakshasas—let us praise him. He accepted me, a poor one, as his devotee—let us praise him. Let us dance and dance and pound the golden powder to bathe the lord
Let us praise the kondrai garland that he wears. Let us praise the umatham garland that he wears on his head. Let us sing and praise the crescent moon in his hair. Let us praise southern Thillai where the Siddhas live. Let us praise our precious lord, the dancer of Thillai. Let us praise the snake ornament that he ties on his waist. Let us praise the bracelets on his arms. Let us pound the golden powder for the lord's bath
He, the Vedas and the sacrifices, truth and falsehood, light and darkness, sorrow and joy, the god of the whole world, kin to the people of the world, the beginning and end of the world, who shares half of his body with his wife gives moksha to his devotees. Let us pound the golden powder for his bath
