रामानुजीये विश्वासटिप्पन्यः

Our lord with shining Lakshmi and the earth goddess at his sides who takes away the bad karma of his devotees and gives them his grace as all the people of the seven worlds worship him and the gods in the sky praise him stays lovingly in Arimeyaviṇṇagaram in Nāngur where thazhai flowers, beautiful kazhuneer flowers and lotuses bloom in all the ponds and groves, and where famous Vediyars, knowers of the Vedas, live. O heart, let us go and worship him in that temple.
Our god, as sweet as nectar, who carries a discus in his heroic hands and shines like a diamond, who came as a man-lion and split open the chest of the victorious Hiraṇyan and churned the roaring milky ocean with Mandara mountain to give nectar to the gods in the sky stays happily in the Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in flourishing Nāngur where good Vediyars live, skilled in the seven kinds of music and as versed as in the sastras as Nānmuhan, the creator of the world. O heart, let us go and worship him there.
The highest lord who swallowed the world of the gods and the seven worlds and the seven oceans, broke the tusks of the rutting elephant Kuvalayābeedam as the gods in the sky looked on happily, and fought with Kamsan and killed him stays in the Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur where Punnai trees bloom everywhere with white pearl-like flowers and bright gold flowers and jackfruits drip honey in the groves and beautiful women with sharp arrow-like eyes and snake-like waists wander there happily. O heart, let us go and worship him there.
The highest lord who took the form of a strong lion that never retreats, went to Hiraṇyan who had received many boons, split open his chest with his sharp claws and gave his grace to his son Prahaladan stays in the Arimeyaviṇṇagram temple in Thirunāngur where jasmine, red kazuneer flowers and cherundi bloom in the fields and spread their fragrance and kamuku trees, pāḷai trees and shenbaga flowers all perfume the beautiful groves and the smoke from sugar-cane presses spreads everywhere. O heart, let us go and worship him in that temple.
Our god who took the form of a dwarf-like thief, went to the sacrifice of Mahābali, took three feet of land as a boon from the king and measured all the earth and the ocean rolling with waves as all the people of the world saw him and rejoiced stays in Arimeyaviṇṇagaram in Nāngur surrounded with flourishing groves, where the sound of the drums that reaches the sky, the humming of swarming bees, the chanting of the divine Vedas, the tinkling of the anklets of beautiful women and the roaring of the rolling waves of the ocean spread everywhere. O heart, let us go and worship him in that temple.
As Rama, the son of Dasaratha, the king of the gods in the sky, a refuge for his devotees, went to Lanka to bring back his wife, long-eyed Mythili with a sword-like gaze and hair adorned with flowers and he shot his arrows and cut off the ten heads and twenty arms of Ravaṇa the king of Lanka. He stays in the Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur where when farmer women with long bright eyes bend to reap paddy, they find precious pearls, lotuses, kayal and vālai fish and carry them in their hands. O heart, let us go and worship him in that temple.
The dark-colored lord, the father of Kāma who killed Thenuhan and Putanā, who were sent by evil-minded Kamsan and wandered everywhere to deceive him stays in beautiful Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur where the crashing ocean brings pearls and leaves them on the shore and good-hearted Vediyars live, skilled in mantras, the four Vedas, the six Upanishads, the five sacrifices and many excellent arts. O heart, let us go and worship him there.
The dark cloud-colored god, as strong as a bull, who killed the Asurans Vatsāsuran and Kabithāsuran when they came as a calf and a vilām tree, and who protected the cows and the cowherds from the storm using Govardhana mountain as an umbrella and who danced on a pot stays happily in the beautiful Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur with walls where flags fly, filled with palaces, towers, mandapams studded with diamonds and wide paths and lovely groves where bees drink honey from flowers that have just opened and sing. O heart, let us go to that temple and worship him.
The strong bull-like god who swallowed all the seven worlds, killed heroic Kamsan, killed Putanā when she came to cheat him taking the form of a mother, and stole and ate good churned yogurt and sweet butter stays in the beautiful Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur where the Kaviri brings sandalwood, akil fragrance and gold as it flows through groves where clouds float and continues through fields nourishing the land and where learned Vediyars, reciters of the Vedas, sprinkle flowers and worship him saying, “O Hari, we bow to your feet, you are our refuge.” O heart, let us go and worship him there.
Kaliyan, the king of Thirumangai, a fighter with a long powerful spear, composed these ten musical pāsurams on Thirumāl, god of the beautiful Arimeyaviṇṇagaram temple in Nāngur who fought and conquered seven angry bulls and killed them to marry the lovely Nappinnai. If devotees learn and recite these ten pāsurams they will live as the foremost people in the world and become the gods in the sky.