“Bull who happily grazed cows, sweet fruit
of Kannapuram circled by fragrant groves.
Lord who delighted in dancing before everyone,
Beloved who abides in Tiruvenkatam to the north,
King who destroyed hordes of asura,
He is in Tirunaraiyur of vast gardens
My love is the one with thick dark curls”
tears splash on the slope of her breasts.
Her soft full breasts are pale.
Her long eyes darting like warring fish,
fill with tears
When the lusty red-footed pigeon coos for its mate,
she melts sinks into thought.
She sings of the towns of Tankal and cool Kutantai,
dances and praises Kovalur
Hearing this, I asked,
“Girl, can this be right for our family”
She replied, “I’ll sing of Naraiyur then”
A glorious body dark as rain clouds,
eyes, lips, hands, feet red as lotuses
devoted to the innocent earth,
equally mad for the goddess on the cool lotus
what great evil have I done?
Listen to the things my beautiful young girls says
“where’s my lord’s Tiruvarangam”
“I’ll go to Nirmalai of the one dark as the ocean”
Tthis is how she lost herself, this is her state.
That woman with lovely full firm breasts
rests on the mysterious lord’s broad chest.
Despite knowing this
my girl desires only him,
Now she’s lost
all modesty, s
She sighs, calls to her friend,
says “shall we dance in beautiful Arankam?”
I speak to her, but she cares little for the words of her mother
Instead she sings
of the cities of Tiruper and cool Kutantai,
She goes to bathe in a lake thick with luminous lotuses
My daughter—she has no peer—is gone.
Has your daughter gone this way too?
He ruined the demon who drives a great chariot and wields a grand sword
even before this,
He set Lanka ablaze, engulfing it in terrifying flames
He’s the one to vanquish valiant Bāṇa of a thousand arms
He crossed the vast ocean—a fortress—entered it,
that lord of the Earth
dug it out, lifted it, ate it, spat it, spanned it, ruled it
People say it’s my great fortune that on this earth
I should have girl who sings his infinite names.
Is this right?
Two glittering earrings shaped like fish flashed and danced,
his sweet dark dense curls.
He clasped a fierce bow ready to fire arrows
as though it were his boon companion.
Like this he stood before me:
hands, lips, his two eyes, even his two feet, all bright as lotuses.
Friend, we saw such beauty and thought him a god
and we were afraid.
He sang a lilting tune as he cast coy glances at me
He flirted with me, sang some more.
Keen to find his feet, I ran:
my bangles, the jewels on my hips fell away.
I saw his luminous earrings, his four great arms
asked, “how far to my lord’s temple?”
“Isn’t this beautiful Tiruvali?”