I know not how to sing sweet songs in praise of Thee!
I possess not the mental condition for my ''impurities to ripen.''
My sinful body is not sturdy enough
For yoga to practice.
Even in my dreams I think not of jnana.
As for hitching my thoughts to liberation goal,
The roguish mind hesitateth not a little.
What shall I do?
Lust, arrogance, anger, niggardliness, hatred -
All conspire to consume me.
If I am to accumulate riches,
I am not able to fly about
Like an industrious bee.
Will Thou take me in Thy vassalage?
Thou, Lady of flourishing Thevai!
Oh! Daughter that was born
As the eye's apple of the Mountain King!
Oh! Malai Valar Kadali Uma Maiden!