Periya Tirumozhi 5.5

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.1 · verse 1388 of the four thousand

Meaning

(The mother speaks of her daughter, lost in love for the Lord.) She who was never frightened now cries out in a daze, 'Venkatam! Venkatam!' She will not come to my lap; her long bright eyes have forgotten sleep. He whose form is a dark cloud, dark as the bees, who is the very life of the gods, the Lord of Sri who made the roaring, wave-filled ocean His own: what He has done to my daughter, how can I even think of it?

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veruvātāḷ

she who never used to be afraid

vēṅkaṭamē

O Venkatam! the hill of Thiruvenkatam

eṉ kuṭaṅkāl

my lap

tuyil maṟantāḷ

she has forgotten sleep

koṇṭal uruvāḷaṉ

He whose form is a rain cloud

vāṉavar-tam uyirāḷaṉ

the very life of the gods

tiruvāḷaṉ

the Lord of Sri

eṉ makaḷaic ceytaṉakaḷ

the things He has done to my daughter

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.2 · verse 1389 of the four thousand

Meaning

Her garment will not stay on her wide hips, nor her heavy bangles on her hands. What shall I do? She keeps saying, 'Will You take me, Your servant, as one bought for a price? Or will You not?' He is the Lord of the hill of Thirumeyyam, chief of the gods, the victorious Bowman who shot through the seven sal trees: what He has done to my daughter, how can I even think of it?

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kalai āḷā

her garment will not stay

kaṉa vaḷaiyum

the heavy bangles too

vilai āḷā aṭiyēṉai

me, Your servant, as one bought for a price

vēṇṭutiyō? vēṇṭāyō?

will You want me, or will You not?

meyya malaiyāḷaṉ

Lord of the hill of Thirumeyyam

marāmaram ēḻ eyta

who shot through the seven sal trees

veṉṟic cilaiyāḷaṉ

He of the victorious bow

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.3 · verse 1390 of the four thousand

Meaning

My girl, with the soft glance of a doe: her long bright eyes brim with tears, her bangles slip off; she speaks only of the glory of His honeyed, fragrant tulasi garland and will not sleep. See her! He is the cowherd born to Nanda, who ate the curds and drank the ghee in the guarded homes of the forest cowherds. O mothers, what He has done to my daughter, I cannot tell.

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māṉ āya meṉ nōkki

she of the soft glance of a doe

nīr malkum

brim with tears

naṟun tuḻāy alaṅkaliṉ

of the fragrant tulasi garland

uṟaṅkāḷ

she will not sleep

kaṭi maṉaiyil

in the guarded homes

nantaṉ peṟṟa

born to Nandagopa

ammaṉaimīr

O mothers

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.4 · verse 1391 of the four thousand

Meaning

She does not listen to her mother's words, she does not join her friends, she will not put sandal paste on her full, tender breasts; she only asks, 'Where is my Lord's Thiruvarangam?' He drank at the breast of the deceiving demoness, and swallowed this world in His great belly; if I must speak of Him, my lady, He is the great Wonder. O women, I cannot fathom what He has done to my daughter.

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tāy vāyil col kēḷāḷ

she does not heed her mother's words

taṉ āyat

her group of friends

tiruvaraṅkam eṅkē

where is Srirangam?

pēy māya mulai uṇṭu

drinking the deceiving demoness's breast

peru vayiṟṟaṉ

He of the great belly

mā māyaṉ

the great Wonder

matikkilēṉē

I cannot fathom it

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.5 · verse 1392 of the four thousand

Meaning

(The mother speaks.) She will not put sandal paste on her adorned breasts, nor line with kohl her eyes like darting carp; she does not tend her pet myna; she has lost all her composure, and keeps saying, 'Where is my Lord's Thiruvarangam?' The Nambi who grew up in Ayarpadi, as we all know, the Lord of the Lady of fresh flowers, has come as a man: O mothers, what He has done to my daughter, I cannot understand.

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poru kayal kaṇ

eyes like darting, sparring carp

mai eḻutāḷ

she does not line them with kohl

pūvai pēṇāḷ

she does not care for her myna bird

nāḷ malarāḷ nāyakaṉ

Lord of the Lady of fresh flowers, Lakshmi

āyppāṭi vaḷarnta nampi

the Nambi who grew up in Ayarpadi

āṇ makaṉ āy

as a man, a lover

ammaṉaimīr aṟikilēṉē

O mothers, I cannot understand it

The word-separated edition stops at "அம்மனைமீர்"; the closing "அறிகிலேனே" is from the Project Madurai edition by K. Kalyanasundaram.

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.6 · verse 1393 of the four thousand

Meaning

See how she has grown weak, saying over and over, 'Will He not give me His forest garland where the pollen dances?' Whatever one says to her, she answers, 'My Lord's Thiruvarangam.' He is the Lord of the Lady on the flower, who danced with pots, Madhusudana, who long ago went as messenger for the kings: what He has done to my daughter, how shall I tell it?

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tātu āṭu vaṉa mālai

the forest garland where pollen dances

taḷarntāḷ

she has grown weak

pūmēl mātu āḷaṉ

Lord of the Lady on the lotus

kuṭam āṭi

He who danced with pots

matucūtaṉ

Madhusudana, slayer of Madhu

maṉṉarkku āy

for the kings, the Pandavas

tūtāḷaṉ

the messenger

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.7 · verse 1394 of the four thousand

Meaning

She does not notice how the colour of her young breasts, bound in their band, has changed; she speaks of nothing but the names of the One of countless names. I have borne this girl; what shall I do? He is the One with the garland, the Ruler of cool Thirukkudanthai, the Charioteer who drove the chariot into battle for the five: what He has done to my daughter, how shall I speak of it?

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vār āḷum iḷaṅ koṅkai

young breasts held by a band

vaṇṇam vēṟu āyiṉavāṟu

how their colour has changed

eṇṇil pērāḷaṉ pēr

the names of the One of countless names

taṇ kuṭantai nakar āḷaṉ

Lord of cool Thirukkudanthai

aivarkku āy

for the five, the Pandavas

tēr āḷaṉ

the Charioteer

ceppukēṉē

shall I speak of it?

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.8 · verse 1395 of the four thousand

Meaning

'She cares nothing for her own family,' many keep saying without end, and it has become the talk of the town. Never forgetting, at every moment, she says, 'O Mayavan! O Madhava!' He is the great One never born of karma, the Lord of Sri, the Lord of the earth, the very righteousness of the gods: O mothers, what He has done to my daughter, I cannot tell.

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uṟavu ātum ilaḷ

she has no regard for her kin

alar āyiṟṟāl

it has become town gossip

māyavaṉē

O Wondrous One

mātavaṉē

O Madhava, Lord of Lakshmi

piṟavāta pērāḷaṉ

the great One who is never born as we are

peṇ āḷaṉ maṇ āḷaṉ

Lord of the Lady, Lord of the earth

aṟavāḷaṉ

the One who is righteousness

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.9 · verse 1396 of the four thousand

Meaning

She will not touch her ball or her play-beads, she does not feed milk to her green parrot, she does not care for her doll; 'Has the Lord of Thiruvarangam come? Will He not come?' she says again and again, and her bangles slip off. He who is the chanter of the Chandogya, the Rig Vedin, the keeper of the five fires, the Taittiriya, the Sama Vedin: alas, He came and did this to my daughter. O mothers, I cannot tell.

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pantōṭu kaḻal

her ball and her play-beads

paiṅ kiḷiyum

her green parrot

pāvai pēṇāḷ

she does not care for her doll

vantāṉō tiruvaraṅkaṉ

has the Lord of Srirangam come?

cantōkaṉ pauḻiyaṉ

the Chandoga and the Rig Vedin

ain taḻal ōmpu

who tends the five sacred fires

taittiriyaṉ cāmavēti

the Taittiriya, the Sama Vedin

Periya Tirumozhi 5.5.10 · verse 1397 of the four thousand

Meaning

A young girl with eyes like blue lotuses set her heart on the Lord of Thiruvarangam, where sel fish leap in the surrounding fields, and lost all her reserve; her mother told of it. Parakalan, Kalikanri, whose spear is death to his foes, made this resounding garland of it. Those who learn it and master it will become kings beneath white parasols hung with garlands, and live in the golden world.

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cēl ukaḷum vayal

fields where sel fish leap

nīla malark kaṇ maṭavāḷ

the young girl with blue-lotus eyes

niṟai aḻivait

the loss of her reserve

nērār kāla vēl

a spear that is death to foes

parakālaṉ

Parakalan, a name of Thirumangai Alwar

veṇ kuṭaikkīḻ

beneath the white royal parasol

poṉ-ulakil

in the golden world, heaven