061 Thirunaṛaiyur

  1. Like a young calf that craves its mother’s milk I call you unceasingly. You, our Nambi, stay in Naṛaiyur surrounded with groves dripping with honey. Give me your grace so I will not be born again, my father and my god.

  2. Ancient and famous, you swallowed all the oceans that never dry and the seven hills. I have no one—I am your slave. I call you, I come to you. Give me your grace, my father and lord.

  3. You gave me your grace and I will not give it away to anyone else. I drink your grace and relish it—it is never enough for me. You have the dark color of the ocean and are like a mountain, O god of Thirukkoṭṭiyur. You are happy to have me as your devotee and I, your slave, have received you with joy.

  4. When I called you and said, “O faultless one, you split open the beak of the bird,” you entered my heart and gave me peace. You are unique, you are a thief, you are sweet as sugarcane, you are generous, you rest on the ocean in Thirumallai. How could I forget you?

  5. As if you were a strong elephant, you wandered in the cruel mountainous forest with Sita, your wife with long spear-like eyes and a beautiful forehead like a bow. You are good, you are Narayaṇan and you took the form of a man-lion. Tell me, how can I bow to you and worship you?

  6. You are a treasure of coral, a sage, you are the light of Thirumuzhikkaḷam and you stay in the divine hills of Thirupridi surrounded with snow. You are a fruit sweet as nectar, and a sweet drink for your devotees. I found you and I am saved.

  7. You are a treasure, you are a garland of pearls on Thiruneermalai and I have no other refuge but your grace. If your devotees praise and worship you, you give them refuge. I found you and I am saved.

  8. If I call you saying, “You are my lord. You are Hari,” others mock me and say I am crazy. You are a pearl, a precious diamond, a tender shoot that sprouts up. How could I leave you?

  9. You are pure, you have cool lotus eyes, you are like the beautiful shining moon, and like a mother you give your love to all creatures. O cowherd, you swallowed all the worlds surrounded with seven ocean roaring with waves. How could I forget you?

  10. Kaliyan, the devotee of the god, composed a garland of musical Tamil pāsurams on him, the god of Thirunaṛaiyur surrounded by groves swarming with bees. O devotees, if you sing these pāsurams and dance, you will go to heaven and your troubles will disappear.