[translated by Smt. Vasudha Narayanan]
I
Pure lord
Primordial lord
faultless one
who made me a servant
of his servants

King of the celestials
lord of Venkatam 
	hill filled with gardens
	lush and fragrant

Holy one, Pure one
Righteous lord of the sky
Lord of Arankam
	city with lofty walls
His sacred lotus feet
	come and enter my eyes.

II
With exalted heart
he measured the worlds
and rose in height
tearing off 
the top of the sky
lord with long hair.

The other day, Kakuttha
with fiery arrow
conquered the demons
who confronted him.

Lord of Arankam
	city of fragrant groves
My thoughts
are on the red cloth
wrapped around his waist.


III
He stands
on the great Venkatam hill
here monkeys leap
and the celestial ones
come to worship him.

he reclines 
on the serpent bed
in Arankam

Garments colored
like twilight.
Above this
he created Ayan
on his navel.

O sweet life of me
	your servant!


IV
He shot the fiery arrow
that scattered the ten heads 
of the king of Lanka
	city surrounded by mighty walls

Lord, the color of the sea
Lord of Arankam
	where large bees
	drunk on nectar, sing
	and graceful peacocks dance

your waist belt 
	binding the belly
	enters into 
	and moves my heart!


V
Destroying the bonds 
of my ancient sins
he made me his own, his love 

keeping me so,
the other day
he entered inside me.
I don't know
what penance 
long and harsh
I ever did.

Lord of Arankam
O! his sacred chest 
resplendent with Sri
has made me its slave.


VI
He ended the grief 
of [the god on whose head]
is a sliver 
of the silver moon 

Exalted father of Arankam
	city surrounded by gardens
	where bees 
	with pretty wings prosper

O look, the throat
that swallowed the worlds
and all that is outside of it
the spreading lands, 
the seven mountains, 
time	and and all else
makes me, his servant, live.

	
VII
In his hands
Conch with graceful swirls
spitfire wheel
majestic torso
tall as a mountain
hair suffused 
with fragrance of the tulsi

My lord, wondrous one
who hugs his serpent bed

lord of the jewel Arangam

His red lips
	capture my thoughts.


VIII 
Lord who ripped open 
the demon with swollen body

Primordial lord,
Precious one of the immortals
Pure one of Arangam

Your large eyes
dark on your face
now open like a flower
	red lines run through them
long eyes,
	their splendor
	makes me wild


IX
As a baby, 
lying on a leaf 
of a great banyan tree
he ate the seven worlds,
he who reclines on the serpent
	in Arangam

Long chains of glowing gems
heavy ropes of pearls
beauty without end
dazzling blue body	
	fills my heart!


X
Dark as the stormy cloud
cowherd whose mouth 
swallowed butter
lord who captured my heart
king of the sky-lords, 
lord of the jewel, Arangam

my ambrosia

My eyes which have seen him
cannot see anything more