In the cowherd clan,
As mortals of meagre learning
With the mundane purpose
To shoulder our bodily beings
And reach the woods behind the cows at feed
We have gained the gift of blissful deeds
That this birth has brought along
Oh our Seer, ‘ Kanna’.
Neither we nor You
Unaware but in the depth of love
The names we sang in praise
If you find them trivial
May you shed your wrath
And grant us the gift of servitude.