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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7

Pathu 1 · Decad 1.7 · 11 pasurams

Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.1 · verse 86 of the four thousand

toṭar caṅkilikai calār-pilār eṉṉattūṅku poṉmaṇi olippappaṭu mummatap puṉal cōra vāraṇampaiya niṉṟu ūrvatu pōluṭaṉ kūṭik kiṇkiṇi āravārippauṭai maṇi paṟai kaṟaṅkataṭan tāḷiṇai koṇṭu cārṅkapāṇitaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

(Yashoda longs to see her child take His first toddling steps.) Like an elephant moving slowly along, its linked chains clanking, its hanging golden bells ringing, its ichor streaming, with His ankle bells all jingling together and the little bell at His waist sounding like a drum, will Sarngapani, the bearer of the bow, not toddle along on His two broad feet?

Word by word

toṭar caṅkilikai
linked chains
calār-pilār
the clanking of the chains
mummatap puṉal cōra
ichor flowing from three places
vāraṇam
the elephant
uṭai maṇi paṟai kaṟaṅka
the waist-bell sounding like a drum
cārṅkapāṇi
Sarngapani, He who holds the Sarnga bow
taḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō
will He not walk His toddling walk?
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.2 · verse 87 of the four thousand

cekkariṭai nuṉikkompiṟ tōṉṟumciṟupiṟai muḷaip pōlanakka cen tuvarvāyt tiṇṇai mītēnaḷir veṇpal muḷai ilakaakkuvaṭam uṭuttu āmaittālipūṇṭa aṉantacayaṉaṉtakka mā maṇivaṇṇaṉ vācutēvaṉtaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like a little crescent moon sprouting at the tip of a branch amid the red evening sky, His cool white teeth are sprouting and shining on the ledge of His smiling coral-red mouth. Wearing a string of little shells and a tortoise amulet, He who lies on Ananta, the great sapphire-hued one, worthy of all, Vasudeva: will He not walk His toddling walk?

Word by word

cekkariṭai
amid the red evening sky
ciṟupiṟai muḷaip pōla
like a little crescent moon sprouting
naḷir veṇpal muḷai
cool white teeth sprouting
akkuvaṭam
a string of little shells
āmaittāli
an amulet shaped like a tortoise
aṉantacayaṉaṉ
He who lies on Ananta
vācutēvaṉ
Vasudeva
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.3 · verse 88 of the four thousand

miṉṉuk koṭiyum ōr veṇ tiṅkaḷumcūḻ parivēṭamumāyppiṉṉaṟ tulaṅkum aracilaiyumpītakac ciṟṟāṭaiyoṭummiṉṉiṟ polinta ōr kārmukil pōlakkaḻuttiṉiṟ kāṟaiyoṭumtaṉṉiṟ polinta iruṭikēcaṉtaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

He is like a dark rain cloud aglow with lightning, wearing what look like a streak of lightning, a white moon and the halo around it: the peepal-leaf ornament gleaming on its plaited string, His little yellow silk garment, and the ring around His neck. Hrishikesa, who shines by His own beauty: will He not walk His toddling walk?

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miṉṉuk koṭiyum
a streak of lightning
cūḻ parivēṭamumāyp
and the halo around the moon
aracilaiyum
the ornament shaped like a peepal leaf
pītakac ciṟṟāṭaiyoṭum
with a little garment of yellow silk
kāṟaiyoṭum
with a ring around the neck
taṉṉiṟ polinta
shining by His own beauty
iruṭikēcaṉ
Hrishikesa, Lord of the senses
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.4 · verse 89 of the four thousand

kaṉṉaṟ kuṭam tiṟantāl ottu ūṟikkaṇakaṇa cirittu uvantumuṉ vantu niṉṟu muttam tarum eṉmukilvaṇṇaṉ tirumārvaṉtaṉṉaip peṟṟēṟkut taṉvāy amutamtantu eṉṉait taḷirppikkiṉṟāṉtaṉ eṟṟu māṟṟalar talaikaḷ mītētaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Overflowing like an opened pot of sugarcane syrup, laughing aloud with delight, He comes up in front of me and gives me kisses: my cloud-hued one, with Sri on His chest. To me who bore Him He gives the nectar of His mouth and makes me bloom afresh. Will He not toddle over the heads of the foes who would strike at Him?

Word by word

kaṉṉaṟ kuṭam tiṟantāl ottu
like an opened pot of sugarcane syrup
kaṇakaṇa cirittu
laughing aloud
muttam tarum
gives kisses
tirumārvaṉ
He with Sri on His chest
taṉvāy amutam
the nectar of His mouth
taḷirppikkiṉṟāṉ
makes me bloom afresh
māṟṟalar talaikaḷ mītē
over the heads of His foes
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.5 · verse 90 of the four thousand

muṉ nal ōr veḷḷip perumalaik kuṭṭaṉmoṭumoṭu viraintu ōṭappiṉṉait toṭarntatu ōr karumalaik kuṭṭaṉpeyarntu aṭiyiṭuvatu pōlpaṉṉi ulakam paravi ōvāp pukaḻppalatēvaṉ eṉṉumtaṉ nampi ōṭap piṉ kūṭac celvāṉtaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like a little calf of a great silver mountain rushing ahead, and a little calf of a black mountain following behind, stepping after it, as His elder brother Baladeva, whose unending fame the world sings again and again, runs ahead, will He not go along behind him, toddling?

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veḷḷip perumalaik kuṭṭaṉ
the little calf of a great silver mountain
moṭumoṭu viraintu ōṭap
rushing ahead in a hurry
karumalaik kuṭṭaṉ
the little calf of a black mountain
peyarntu aṭiyiṭuvatu pōl
as if stepping along behind
ōvāp pukaḻp
unending fame
palatēvaṉ
Baladeva, Balarama
taṉ nampi
His elder brother
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.6 · verse 91 of the four thousand

oru kāliṟ caṅku oru kāliṟ cakkaramuḷḷaṭi poṟittu amaintairu kāluṅ koṇṭu aṅku aṅku eḻutiṉāṟpōlilacciṉai paṭa naṭantuperukāniṉṟa iṉpa-veḷḷattiṉmēlpiṉṉaiyum peytu peytutaru kārk kaṭalvaṇṇaṉ kāmar tātaitaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

On the sole of one foot is the conch, on the other the discus, imprinted within. With those two feet He walks, leaving the marks printed here and there as if drawn, pouring more and more onto our ever-swelling flood of joy: He with the colour of the dark ocean, the father of Kama. Will He not walk His toddling walk?

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oru kāliṟ caṅku
the conch on one foot
oru kāliṟ cakkaram
the discus on the other
uḷḷaṭi poṟittu
imprinted on the soles
ilacciṉai paṭa
leaving their marks
iṉpa-veḷḷattiṉmēl
upon the flood of joy
kārk kaṭalvaṇṇaṉ
He with the colour of the dark ocean
kāmar tātai
the father of Kama (Pradyumna)
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.7 · verse 92 of the four thousand

paṭar paṅkaiya malarvāy nekiḻappaṉi paṭu ciṟutuḷi pōliṭaṅ koṇṭa cevvāy ūṟi ūṟiiṟṟu iṟṟu vīḻaniṉṟukaṭuñ cēk kaḻuttiṉ maṇikkural pōluṭai maṇi kaṇakaṇeṉataṭan tāḷiṇai koṇṭu cāraṅkapāṇitaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like little drops of dew falling as a spreading lotus opens its petals, the drool keeps welling from His wide red mouth and falling in drops. Like the bell on the neck of a fierce bull, the bell at His waist goes clang-clang. Will Sarngapani not walk His toddling walk on His two broad feet?

Word by word

paṭar paṅkaiya malarvāy nekiḻap
as the spreading lotus opens its petals
paṉi paṭu ciṟutuḷi pōl
like small drops of dew
iṭaṅ koṇṭa cevvāy
the wide red mouth
iṟṟu iṟṟu vīḻaniṉṟu
breaking off and falling in drops
kaṭuñ cēk kaḻuttiṉ
on the neck of a fierce bull
kaṇakaṇeṉa
ringing clang-clang
taṭan tāḷiṇai
the two broad feet
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.8 · verse 93 of the four thousand

pakkam karuñ ciṟuppāṟai mītēaruvikaḷ pakarntaṉaiyaakkuvaṭam iḻintu ēṟit tāḻaaṇi alkul puṭai peyaramakkaḷ ulakiṉiṟ peytu aṟiyāmaṇik kuḻavi uruviṉtakka mā maṇivaṇṇaṉ vācutēvaṉtaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like streams spilling down over a small black rock, the string of little shells slips down and rises and hangs low, shifting about His lovely hips. Vasudeva, the great sapphire-hued one, worthy of all, in the form of a jewel of a child such as no one in the human world has ever borne: will He not walk His toddling walk?

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karuñ ciṟuppāṟai mītē
over a small black rock
aruvikaḷ pakarntaṉaiya
like streams spilling down
akkuvaṭam iḻintu ēṟit tāḻa
the string of shells slipping down, rising, hanging low
aṇi alkul puṭai peyara
shifting about His lovely hips
peytu aṟiyā
have never borne
maṇik kuḻavi
a jewel of a child
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.9 · verse 94 of the four thousand

veṇ puḻuti mēṟ peytukoṇṭu aḷaintatu ōrvēḻattiṉ karuṅkaṉṟu pōlteṇ puḻutiyāṭi tirivikkiramaṉciṟu pukarpaṭa viyarttuoṇ pōtu alarkamalac ciṟukkāl uṟaittuoṉṟum nōvāmētaṇ pōtu koṇṭa taviciṉ mītētaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like a dark young elephant calf that has thrown white dust over itself and played in it, Trivikrama has rolled in clean dust and sweated till little specks show on Him. So that His small feet, like lotuses in bright bloom, are not hurt in the least, will He not toddle on a soft mat strewn with cool flowers?

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veṇ puḻuti mēṟ peytukoṇṭu
throwing white dust on itself
vēḻattiṉ karuṅkaṉṟu pōl
like a dark young elephant calf
tirivikkiramaṉ
Trivikrama, who measured the three worlds
ciṟu pukarpaṭa viyarttu
sweating till little specks show
oṇ pōtu alarkamalac ciṟukkāl
small feet like lotuses in bright bloom
oṉṟum nōvāmē
so as not to be hurt at all
taṇ pōtu koṇṭa taviciṉ
on a mat strewn with cool flowers
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.10 · verse 95 of the four thousand

tirai nīrc cantira maṇṭalam pōlacceṅkaṇmāl kēcavaṉ taṉtiru nīr mukattut tulaṅku cuṭṭitikaḻntu eṅkum puṭaipeyaraperu nīrt tirai eḻu kaṅkaiyilumperiyatōr tīrtta palamtaru nīrc ciṟuccaṇṇam tuḷḷam cōrattaḷarnaṭai naṭavāṉō

Meaning

Like the orb of the moon in the waves of the sea, the pendant on the lovely, cool face of red-eyed Mal, Kesava, shines and swings all about. Will He not walk His toddling walk, as little drops trickle from Him, water that gives a greater merit of holy bathing than even the Ganga with its great waves?

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tirai nīrc cantira maṇṭalam pōlac
like the moon's orb in the waves of the sea
ceṅkaṇmāl kēcavaṉ
red-eyed Mal, Kesava
tulaṅku cuṭṭi
the shining forehead pendant
peru nīrt tirai eḻu kaṅkaiyilum
even more than the Ganga with its great waves
tīrtta palam
the merit of holy bathing
tuḷḷam cōrat
drops trickling
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Periyalwar Tirumozhi 1.7.11 · verse 96 of the four thousand

āyar kulattiṉil vantu tōṉṟiyaañcaṉavaṇṇaṉ taṉṉaittāyar makiḻa oṉṉār taḷarattaḷarnaṭai naṭantataṉaivēyar pukaḻ viṭṭucittaṉ cīrālvirittaṉa uraikkavallārmāyaṉ maṇivaṇṇaṉ tāḷ paṇiyummakkaḷaip peṟuvarkaḷē

Meaning

The kohl-hued one, born into the clan of the cowherds, walked His toddling walk so that the mothers rejoiced and His foes grew weak. Vishnuchitta, praised by his Veyar clan, unfolded it with grace. Those who can recite these verses will have children who bow at the feet of the wondrous, sapphire-hued Lord.

Word by word

āyar kulattiṉil
in the clan of the cowherds
añcaṉavaṇṇaṉ
the kohl-hued one
tāyar makiḻa oṉṉār taḷarat
the mothers rejoicing, the foes growing weak
vēyar pukaḻ viṭṭucittaṉ
Vishnuchitta, praised by the Veyar, his clan
māyaṉ maṇivaṇṇaṉ tāḷ
the feet of the wondrous sapphire-hued Lord
makkaḷaip peṟuvarkaḷē
will have children
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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.