Siriya Tirumadal 11 · verse 2683 of the four thousand
Meaning
she showed with her hands a dark and beautiful form, and said, 'And what is in His hand is the fine right-whorled conch.' And of the cool tulasi
Word by word
- kār ār tirumēṉi
- the dark, beautiful form
- kāṭṭiṉāḷ
- she showed, with gestures
- valampuriyē
- the right-whorled conch
- tirut tuḻāyat
- of the sacred tulasi
Siriya Tirumadal 12 · verse 2684 of the four thousand
Meaning
fragrant garland she spoke too. Having declared it, she said: 'Do not be afraid at all. The one who has made your daughter ill is not just anyone; I know Him. Shall I tell you plainly, women with eyes like sharp spears? By whom was this world measured out in strides? By whom did Lanka fall to dust? By whom was the rain of stones held off? And the waters of the ocean,
Word by word
- kaṭṭuraittāḷ
- she declared
- añcēlmiṉ
- do not be afraid
- nōy ceytāṉ
- the one who caused this sickness
- aṭi aḷappuṇṭatu
- was measured out in strides
- poṭi poṭiyā vīḻntatu
- fell crumbling into dust
- kal māri kāttatu
- warded off the rain of stones
Siriya Tirumadal 13 · verse 2685 of the four thousand
Meaning
by whom were they churned? It is He, see. He grazed the cattle of the village; He swallowed all the worlds and brought them out again, and still was never sated. One day in Ayarpadi a lovely young cowherd woman gripped the churning staff tight and churned the rich curd many times over, till her slender waist ached. The butter gathered; she, her brow beaded with sweat, put it in another pot and set it high in a rope sling. When she went away, He who lay feigning sleep as if He knew nothing awoke, reached in as far as His broad garlanded shoulders would go, and swallowed the butter He could never have enough of; and the
Word by word
- ūr ā nirai mēyttu
- grazing the herds of the village
- uṇṭu umiḻntum
- swallowing and bringing out again
- mattu ārap paṟṟikkoṇṭu
- gripping the churning staff tight
- vēr ār nutal
- brow beaded with sweat
- nār ār uṟi
- a hanging sling of rope
- poy uṟakkam
- a false sleep
- ārāta veṇṇey
- butter He could never have enough of
Siriya Tirumadal 14 · verse 2686 of the four thousand
Meaning
pot of buttermilk lying near He rolled over, and lay down again in the very spot where He had lain before, as if He knew nothing at all. She looked at Him, and could not find the butter she had put away; beating her stomach she cried,
Word by word
- mōr ār kuṭam
- the pot full of buttermilk
- muṉ kiṭanta tāṉattē
- in the place where He lay before
- ōrātavaṉ pōl
- like one who knows nothing
- vayiṟu aṭittu
- beating her stomach in dismay
Siriya Tirumadal 15 · verse 2687 of the four thousand
Meaning
'Who else would come in here but this little lord? It is you who did this!' And with a long rope, while the whole village looked on, in an anger that would not cool she bound Him fast to the mortar and beat Him; and He, His belly never full, could not bear it. And besides,
Word by word
- aiyar ivar allāl
- but for this little lord
- neṭuṅ kayiṟṟāl
- with a long rope
- uralōṭē
- to the mortar
- tīrā vekuḷiyaḷ
- she, in anger that would not cool
- ārā vayiṟṟiṉōṭu
- with a belly never full
Siriya Tirumadal 16 · verse 2688 of the four thousand
Meaning
He went to the long, deep pool full of water, stirred it up, stood and roared at the cruel serpent king, Kaliya, with his thousand hoods, 'Come out to me!', and leapt upon his head with His beautiful feet. Saying she would be the equal
Word by word
- neṭuṅ kayattaic
- the long, deep pool
- ōr āyiram paṇa
- with a thousand hoods
- vem kō iyal nākattai
- the cruel serpent with the bearing of a king
- mattakattu
- on its head
- pāyntāṉ
- He leapt
Siriya Tirumadal 17 · verse 2689 of the four thousand
Meaning
of His own Sita, a night-roaming demoness came to Him; her nose and both her ears were cut off with a sharp sword and she was sent away. And so that her elder brother might go down to cruel hell,
Word by word
- nēr āvaṉ
- I shall be her equal
- nicācari
- a night-roaming demoness, Surpanakha
- kūr ārnta vāḷāl
- with a sharp sword
- koṭi mūkkum
- her nose
- avaṭku mūttōṉai
- her elder brother, Ravana
- vem narakam
- cruel hell
Siriya Tirumadal 18 · verse 2690 of the four thousand
Meaning
He bent His bow. For the sake of Vaidehi, Sita of the red coral lips and banded breasts, of Ravana with his broad, handsome shoulders, the ten
Word by word
- cilai kuṉittāṉ
- He bent His bow
- centuvar vāy
- lips red as coral
- vaitēvi kāraṇamā
- for the sake of Vaidehi, Sita
- īr aintu
- twice five, ten
Siriya Tirumadal 19 · verse 2691 of the four thousand
Meaning
proud heads He cut off, destroyed him and rejoiced: the red-eyed Mal. Of Hiranya, he of the golden name, who bore a long spear for war, the chest He tore open with His sharp, strong claws, and the entrails, as a garland,
Word by word
- ciram aṟuttu
- cutting off the heads
- ceṟṟu ukanta
- who destroyed and rejoiced
- poṉpeyarōṉ
- he of the golden name, Hiranya
- vaḷ ukirāl
- with strong claws
- kuṭal mālai
- a garland of entrails
Siriya Tirumadal 20 · verse 2692 of the four thousand
Meaning
He tied upon His own beautiful chest; and while the other lay there with red blood pouring, He slapped His kumkum-smeared shoulders and rose up, never sated, in the form of a lion. And besides,
Word by word
- tiru mārpiṉmēl kaṭṭi
- tying it upon the beautiful chest
- ceṅ kuruti
- red blood
- kuṅkumat tōḷ koṭṭi
- slapping His kumkum-smeared shoulders
- ari uruvāy
- in the form of a lion, Narasimha
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.