As auspicious day in the Margazhi month;
Oh, thou girls who get rides to the bath!
Oh fabulous Ayarpadi girls!
The son of Nandhagopan, with spears and atrocity,
The cub son of Yasodha with her having beautiful eyes,
The sky- colored Lord He the Sun to foe and the Moon to devotees,
Narayanan gives tambourine;
Come and take holy bath to admire the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem