Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.1 · verse 3343 of the four thousand
Meaning
(The Alwar speaks as a girl parted from her Lord, sending birds as messengers.) O flocks of herons, who come every day to feed in the flowering backwaters! In Thiruvanvandur, where the red paddy stands tall in the fields, dwells my Lord with the discus held in His hand and lips red as ripe fruit. Go and see Him, fold your hands, and tell Him of the love of this girl, burdened with her past deeds.
Word by word
- pūṅ kaḻivāy
- in the flowering backwaters
- kurukiṉaṅkāḷ
- O flocks of herons
- tiruvaṇvaṇṭūr
- Thiruvanvandur, the divya desam in Kerala
- kai koḷ cakkarattu
- with the discus held in His hand
- kaṉivāyp perumāṉaik
- the Lord whose lips are like ripe fruit
- viṉaiyāṭṭiyēṉ
- I, the one weighed down by my deeds
- kātaṉmaiyē
- my love, my longing
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.2 · verse 3344 of the four thousand
Meaning
O dark cranes, feeding side by side with your soft and loving mates! In cool Thiruvanvandur, where the sound of the Vedas and of the sacrifices resounds, is our Lord, the Master who once swallowed the whole world to keep it safe. Go and see Him, worship His feet with folded hands, and humbly make known my plight, the plight of His servant.
Word by word
- kātal meṉ peṭaiyōṭu
- with their soft, loving mates
- karu nārāy
- O dark cranes
- vēta vēḷvi oli muḻaṅkum
- resounding with Vedic chant and sacrifice
- ñālam ellām uṇṭa
- who swallowed the whole world
- pātam kaitoḻutu
- worshipping His feet with folded hands
- aṭiyēṉ tiṟamē
- the state of me, His servant
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.3 · verse 3345 of the four thousand
Meaning
O birds who wander in flocks everywhere through the fields! In Thiruvanvandur, rich with every kind of wealth, dwells the Lord with fruit-red lips, the whirling discus in His hand. Go and see Him; come down before Him, worship Him, and humbly tell Him of my distress.
Word by word
- tiṟaṅkaḷ āki
- in many flocks
- ceykaḷ ūṭu uḻal
- roaming through the fields
- ciṟanta celvam malku
- abounding in excellent wealth
- kaṟaṅku cakkarak kaik
- with the whirring discus in His hand
- iṟaṅki
- coming down, bowing low
- aṭiyēṉ iṭarē
- the distress of me, His servant
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.4 · verse 3346 of the four thousand
Meaning
O young swans, who sport together sunk in joy that knows no trouble! In cool Thiruvanvandur, where the chanting of the Vedas never ceases, go and see the Lord whose form is like the sea, Krishna, the great and boundless One, and make Him understand this: that a certain girl, her body wasting away, is melting for Him.
Word by word
- iṭar il pōkam mūḻki
- immersed in untroubled joy
- maṭa aṉṉaṅkāḷ
- O young swans
- viṭal il vēta oli
- the sound of the Vedas that never stops
- kaṭaliṉ mēṉippirāṉ
- the Lord whose form is like the sea
- neṭumālaik
- Nedumal, the great Lord, boundless in love
- uṭalam naintu orutti urukum
- a girl, body worn thin, is melting
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.5 · verse 3347 of the four thousand
Meaning
O young swans, who have learnt both the lovers' quarrel and its making up, and now feed together! In Thiruvanvandur, where conches gather on the thick banks of silt, go and see our Lord, whose crown wears cool tulasi woven with flowers. Join your hands before Him and speak His praise on my behalf too.
Word by word
- uṇarttal ūṭal uṇarntu
- knowing both the lovers' quarrel and its reconciling
- tiṇartta vaṇṭalkaḷmēl
- on the thick banks of silt
- caṅku cērum
- where conches gather
- pūn taṇ tuḻāy muṭi
- crown with cool, flowering tulasi
- puṇartta kaiyiṉarāy
- with joined hands
- aṭiyēṉukkum pōṟṟumiṉē
- praise Him on my behalf too
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.6 · verse 3348 of the four thousand
Meaning
I have praised you and I beg you, lovely koels living on the punnai tree! In Thiruvanvandur, where the valai fish leap in the mud, dwells the Lord of the immortals, the mighty discus in His beautiful hand. Go and see Him, and kindly bring back a word from Him, some way by which my bewilderment may end.
Word by word
- pōṟṟi yāṉ irantēṉ
- praising you, I have begged
- puṉṉaimēl uṟai pūṅ kuyilkāḷ
- O lovely koels living on the punnai tree
- cēṟṟil vāḷai tuḷḷum
- where valai fish leap in the mud
- āṟṟal āḻi aṅkai
- the mighty discus in His beautiful hand
- amarar perumāṉaik
- the Lord of the immortals
- māṟṟam koṇṭaruḷīr
- kindly bring back His reply
- maiyal tīrvatu
- the ending of my bewilderment
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.7 · verse 3349 of the four thousand
Meaning
Somehow find your way in, bright parrot, and bring me back one word! In Thiruvanvandur, ringed by thick and shining flowering groves, see Him clearly: His dark hue, His red lips, red eyes, red hands and red feet, and the marks He bears, the bright discus of battle and the conch. Having seen them truly, come and tell me.
Word by word
- oruvaṇṇam ceṉṟu pukku
- somehow going and entering
- oṇ kiḷiyē
- O bright parrot
- karu vaṇṇam
- His dark hue
- ceyya vāy ceyya kaṇ
- red lips, red eyes
- caṅku aṭaiyāḷam
- the conch, His mark
- tiruntak kaṇṭē
- having seen clearly
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.8 · verse 3350 of the four thousand
Meaning
See Him clearly, bright little myna, and tell me one word! In cool Thiruvanvandur, ringed by serunthi, nyazhal, magizh and punnai trees, is my Master: eyes like great cool lotuses, a crown great and tall, four broad shoulders, and a sacred form like a dark, dense, mighty rain-cloud.
Word by word
- oṇ ciṟu pūvāy
- O bright little myna
- cerunti ñāḻal makiḻ puṉṉai
- serunthi, nyazhal, magizh and punnai trees
- perum taṇ tāmaraikkaṇ
- eyes like great cool lotuses
- nāl taṭantōḷ
- four broad shoulders
- karun tiṇ mā mukil pōl
- like a dark, dense, great cloud
- aṭikaḷaiyē
- my Master
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.9 · verse 3351 of the four thousand
Meaning
O swans, swaying on the blossoms, worship the feet of my Master with folded hands! In Thiruvanvandur, where conches sound at daybreak, dwells the mighty Wonder, Krishna, the great Lord. Go and see Him, and taking Him aside, tell Him how it is with me, held fast by cruel and stubborn deeds.
Word by word
- alarmēl acaiyum aṉṉaṅkāḷ
- O swans swaying on the blossoms
- viṭivai caṅku olikkum
- where conches sound at dawn
- kaṭiya māyaṉ
- the mighty, wondrous Lord
- koṭiya valviṉaiyēṉ
- I, of cruel, strong past deeds
- vēṟukoṇṭē
- taking Him apart, in private
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.10 · verse 3352 of the four thousand
Meaning
I beg you specially, O swarms of bees drunk on fragrance! Thiruvanvandur lies on the north bank of the Pampa, whose waters are clear. There is the heroic Lord, strong as a bull, who gladly crushed the walls of the matchless warring Rakshasa until they rose as dust. Go to Him and say just this: that I too am still alive.
Word by word
- veṟi vaṇṭiṉaṅkāḷ
- O swarms of fragrance-drunk bees
- tēṟu nīrp pampai
- the Pampa river with clear waters
- vaṭapālait
- on the northern side
- matiḷ nīṟu eḻac ceṟṟu
- destroying the walls till they rose as dust
- ēṟu cēvakaṉārkku
- to the hero, mighty as a bull
- eṉṉaiyum uḷaḷ eṉmiṉkaḷē
- say that I too still live
Tiruvaymozhi 6.1.11 · verse 3353 of the four thousand
Meaning
As a dwarf wearing the gleaming sacred thread He took the wide earth, that strong, clever Thief. At His feet Satakopan of Kurugur, Nammalwar, sang a thousand verses set to music. Those who can sing these ten sweet songs on Thiruvanvandur will be dear as the god of love to women with waists slender as lightning.
Word by word
- miṉ koḷ cēr purinūl
- the gleaming sacred thread He wore
- kuṟaḷ āy
- as the dwarf, Vamana
- vaṉ kaḷvaṉ
- the strong Thief, who took the earth by guile
- kurukūrc caṭakōpaṉ
- Satakopan of Kurugur, Nammalwar
- paṇ koḷ āyirattuḷ
- among the thousand set to music
- mataṉar
- beloved like Manmatha, the god of love
- miṉṉiṭai yavarkkē
- to women with lightning-slender waists
Verse text: the word-separated e-text of the Nalayira Divya Prabandham by Project Madurai, checked verse by verse against its second edition. Meanings are simple renderings in the light of the acharyas' commentaries, written for this site, and are awaiting a scholar's review.