रामानुजीये विश्वासटिप्पन्यः

All the Divyadesams from this Pāsuram are in South India

Our ancient, lotus-eyed god who rests on the wide conch-filled ocean, who broke the Kurundam trees blooming with flowers and dripping with honey and who as a cowherd split open the beak of the Asuran that came as a bird stays in Thiruvenkaṭam where beautiful fish frolic in the springs filled with abundant water. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
Our lord who rests on the milky ocean in Srirangam, who drank the poisonous milk from the breasts of the devil Putanā, stays in Thiruvenkaṭam where his good devotees go and praise him every day saying, “He is white in the first eon. He is dark in the second eon. He is sapphire-colored in the third eon,” and worship him on that hill. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
Our faultless lord with a discus went between the marudam trees and broke them as the gods in the sky folded their hands and worshiped his lotus feet and carried Govardhana mountain as an umbrella, to stop the rain when Indra made a storm to afflict the cows and the cowherds. He stays in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord of Thiruviḍavendai, the highest light, who drove the chariot for Arjuna, fighting in the Bharatha war and conquering the Kauravas, and who danced the Kuravai dance with the cowherds holding hands with them stays in Thiruvenkaṭam surrounded with sacred water and thick groves and in the hearts of his devotees. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
The eight-armed god of the Himalayas took the form of a bachelor, went to the sacrifice of generous Mahabali, the king of the Asurans, begged for three feet of land and measured the earth and the sky with two steps. He shot one arrow and destroyed seven marā trees, and he saved the long-trunked elephant Gajendra from the crocodile. He stays in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord who swallowed all the eight directions and the seven worlds at the end of the eon, kept them in his golden stomach and rested on a banyan leaf, removed the curse of the milky white moon, took the form of a strong man-lion with shining teeth and split open the chest of the heroic Asuran Hiraṇyan stays in the Thiruvenkaṭam hills. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
The thousand-named god who has no birth and is the earth, water, fire, wind and sky stays in the beautiful Thiruvenkaṭam hills surrounded with groves where the rain pours and cold drops fall from the dark clouds floating in the sky. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
The king of the gods who is sky, fire, wind, earth and water and the beloved of beautiful Lakshmi seated on a fragrant lotus swarming with bees stays in Thiruvenkaṭam where lovely gypsy women with vine-like waists stand on high platforms to guard flourishing millet fields. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
Our highest lord who will remove their future births for his devotees if they recite his divine name with the mantra of eight syllables again and again stays in Thiruvenkaṭam, the hill that gives prosperity to all the worlds and is surrounded with lovely fragrant flowers. O heart, let us go there and worship him.
Kaliyan, the chief of Thirumangai, composed a divine garland of ten Tamil pāsurams with fine words on the precious god of Thiruvenkaṭam where pretty kayal fish swim happily in mountain springs. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams faithfully they will rule the world surrounded with large oceans where the waves roll and then go to heaven and rule there.