रामानुजीये विश्वासटिप्पन्यः

The dark lord colored like a rain-giving cloud, strong as a bull, who split open the wide chest of the evil Asuran Hiraṇyan, and who churned the milky ocean and gave the nectar to the gods stays happily every day in the temple of Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram in Nāngur where jasmine bushes, punnai trees, beautiful cherundi trees and shenbaga flowers bloom in the rain, spreading their fragrance in the lovely groves, and fish frolic, swim and play in the ponds. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord who took the form of a strong lion and split open the chest of Hiṛanyan with his claws, terrifying the gods and the Asurans as they looked on and all the directions trembled, stays happily every day in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram, the temple in Nāngur where good-natured Vediyars, reciters of the divine Vedas and the seven kinds of music live performing abundant sacrifices. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
Our ancient lord swallowed the world of the divine gods, the oceans with rolling waves and all the worlds and kept them all in his stomach. When Shiva was wandering as a beggar, he poured his blood into the skull of Nānmuhan that was stuck to Shiva’s hand and made it fall, removing the curse of Shiva. He stays happily in the temple Vaikuṇḍviṇṇagaram in Nāngur where good paddy plants, young palm trees, banana trees, betel plants and long-branched kamugu trees all grow and flourish. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
As Rama, our lord with his strong arms cut off the nose and ears of Surpanaha, the vine-like daughter of the Rākshasa family with a waist ornamented with precious jewels, and made her scream, holding her beautiful hands to her head as she ran to Lanka and cried to her brother. He stays happily in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram, the temple in Nāngur where tridents studded with jewels rise over the beautiful patios splitting the bottoms of the clouds and precious pearls spill from them and fall on the large beautiful palaces that look like shining hills. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
Our lord with wide arms who went to Lanka with his matchless bow, smashed it to pieces and fought with Rāvaṇa, its king, making his ten heads and twenty arms fall to the earth and brought back his wife, the gentle Sita with a waist as thin as lightning stays happily in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram, the temple in Nāngur where good paddy, red lotuses, vāḷai fish and beautiful kazhuneer flowers flourish all together in the fields and where many Vediyars live, reciters of the Vedas with everlasting fame. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
The god of the gods who drank the milk from the breasts of the devil Putanā, when she came as a beautiful woman, destroyed the two Asurans when they came as Marudu trees and killed Sakaṭasuran when he came as a cart, stays happily in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram, the temple in Nāngur where many generous Vediyars live, reciters of the Vedas and skilled in all the arts. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord, strong as a bull, swallowed the worlds, the ocean and the hills, threw Vathsāsuran and Kapithāsuran on each other when they came in the forms of a calf and a vilam tree, and stole the butter that the cowherd women with sharp spear-like eyes had churned and kept. He stays happily every day in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram, the temple in Nāngur where good kamugu trees, coconut trees, fine paddy and sugarcane flourish by the water that flows from the channels and increases the wealth there. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord, the origin of the gods who keeps Shiva and Nānmuhan on his divine body killed the angry Narahāsuran with the discus he holds in his hands. He stays happily in the temple in Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram in beautiful and flourishing Nāngur where lotuses bloom and never wither and beautiful kazuneer flowers are spread everywhere, dripping with honey, and where water flows through the channels that the farmers block with small dams and the fields will flourish. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
The lord who rests on Adisesha as the gods in the sky and pious sages come and sprinkle beautiful flowers on his feet say, “You are matchless. Give us your grace!” stays happily in the temple of Vaikunḍaviṇṇagaram in Nāngur surrounded with flourishing fields where lovely kayal, vālai and red fish frolic amid the good paddy fields and the streets are filled with tall jewel-studded palaces that touch the moon surrounded with dark clouds. O innocent heart, let us go there and worship him.
Kaliyan, who kills his foes with his sword as if he were Yama, the chief of Thirumangai surrounded with groves swarming with bees, composed ten Tamil pāsurams as beautiful as Sangam poems on the lotus-eyed Neḍumāl who with a conch, club and discus stays happily in the temple of Vaikuṇḍaviṇṇagaram in Nāngur surrounded by the ocean where boats float. If devotees learn and recite these songs they will rule this world and the sky.