Invocation to God
Lord Siva with His third eye on forehead, shape of the earth,
is the originator of all and His dark neck shows His consumption of the poison of the snakes. His son, the elephant-faced Pillaiyar
will make the good end of our desires and teach us all the arts.
1.The maid hailed the hero of the hilly tracts, where the young Stags grazed in the Millet fields.The creepers of Avarai [Beans]crept around the green corns of Millet."Don't forget me, the raft between you and jewels-worn heroine.Wed her to make her happy", She said to the hero.
2.The happy heroine told her maid that her hero was the chieftain
of the hill-tracts, where the swelling streams carried down
the fragrant Ahil-wood from the fields of Millet. "The truthful hero would have gone off to earn wealth but my shoulders aren't lean
in loneliness.It pleases me as he has accepted to wed me", she said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem