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கனைத்திளங் கற்றெருமை கன்றுக் கிரங்கி
நினைத்து முலைவழியே நின்றுபால் சோர
நனைத்தில்லம் சேறாக்கும் நற்செல்வன் தங்காய்!
பனித்தலை வீழநின் வாசல் கடைபற்றிச்
சினத்தினால் தென்னிலங்கைக் கோமானைச் செற்ற
மனத்துக் கினியானைப் பாடவும்நீ வாய்திறவாய்!
இனித்தான் எழுந்திராய்; ஈதென்ன பேருறக்கம்?
அனைத்தில்லத் தாரும் அறிந்தேலோ ரெம்பாவாய்.

Explanation
You, the sister (thangaay) of the good (nal) prosperous (chelvan) cowherd, whose buffaloes (erumai) are yielding (sOra) so much milk (paal), through (vazhiyE) their breasts (mulai). They are standing (ninRu) and bellowing (kanaththu); out of passion (iRangi) to their crying (katru) young (iLam) calves (kanRu), that the house (illam) has become (aagi) wet (nanai) and swampy (sER) with milk! While the cold mist (pani) is falling (veezha) on our heads (thalai), we are holding on (patri) to your (nin) front door (vaasal kadai); we are singing (paada) about the one who gives us sweet (iniyaan) thoughts (manam), the one who destroyed (chetra) the ruler (kOmaan) of southern lanka (then ilangai) in his anger (sinam). You (nee) are not opening (thiRavaay) your mouth (vaay). At least (thaan) wake up (ezhundhiraay) now (ini). What (enna) is this (eedhu) big (pEr) sleep (uRakkam), after all (anaiththu) others in the house (illaththaar) are aware of (aRindhu) all this?

Purport
Oh, young sister of the prosperous cowherd! The mansion is filled with mud and slush with the buffaloes pouring forth milk from their udder in their yearning to suckle their young calves. Here we are at your threshold unmindful of dew falling on our head, singing the glory of our beloved Lord (Rama), who destroyed, out of righteous indignation the King of Lanka, in the south. What about you? Not a word in response to our call! All the residents are awake and about. What is all this deep slumber? At least now, get up and get going!