रामानुजीये विश्वासटिप्पन्यः

She says, “My bangles grew loose and fell from my arms because of him who wears a fragrant thulasi garland, and carried Govardhana mountain with his strong mountain-like arms. He stays in Thirukaṇṇapuram surrounded by the ocean where waves roll and bring curved conches, precious corals and creepers and leave them on the banks.”

She says, “ My bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love him who rests on the ocean on the snake bed of Adisesha, and who terrified the elephant Kuvalayābeedam that had small heroic eyes and shed rut like rain and broke its tusks. He stays in Thirukaṇṇapuram filled with beautiful palaces where the smoke of fragrant akil wood rises up and touches the top of the hills where clouds float in the sky.”
She says, “My tight bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lovely-eyed lord who fought and killed the seven strong-eyed bulls to marry Nappinnai and who was happy to remove the curse of the cool moon. He stays in Thirukaṇṇapuram where the moon rises and moves through the thick clouds above the decorations on the tall tops of the beautiful palaces studded with shining jewels.”
She says, “My golden bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lord who was tied to a grinding stone by the lovely-armed cowherdess Yashoda when she became angry with him. He pulled that stone, going through and destroying the marudam trees whose form the Asurans had assumed. He stays in Thirukaṇṇapuram with long streets surrounded by strong walls and fragrant groves where groups of beautiful peacocks dance.”
She says, “ My curved bangles grow loose and fall from my arms, for the lord who, as a little boy Kaṇṇan, ran around wiping his mouth when his mother Yashoda chased him with a small stick because he has stolen yogurt and eaten it. He stays in Thirukkaṇṇapuram where Vediyars make fires, perform sacrifices and recite the mantras of the Vedas.”
She says, “My shining bangles grow loose and fall from my arms, because I love the dear lord who fought with Hiranyan, split open his chest with his strong nails and destroyed his strength. He stays in Thirukkaṇṇapuram where tall fragrant petaled thāzai flowers grow on the dunes and the corals left by the river shine like blinking eyes.”
She says, “My shining bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the dear lord who swallowed all the eight directions, the sun and moon, the large earth and the wonderful sky and spat them all out. He stays in Thirukkaṇṇapuram where clear waves bring beautiful pearls and pile them up in the shadow of Punnai trees blooming with blossoms where bees swarm.”
She says, “My tight bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the lord who rests on the snake bed Adisesha on the wide ocean rolling with waves and created Nānmuhan on a lotus on his navel. He stays in Thirukkaṇṇapuram where beautiful lotuses bloom like lovely faces and dark kuvalai flowers dripping with honey bloom like eyes.”
She says, “My bangles grow loose and fall from my arms because I love the generous lord with a thousand names who rests on the thousand-tongued Adisesha. He stays in Thirukaṇṇapuram embracing on his mountain-like chest the beautiful Lakshmi with arms like bamboo and young breasts secured with a band.”
Thirumangai, the famous king of Thiruvāli with its flourishing fields composed ten beautiful Tamil pāsurams on Vamanan the god of Thirukaṇṇapuram surrounded by the ocean with rolling waves and groves where honey drips from flowers. If devotees learn and recite these pāsurams their bad karma will have no results.