Oh the one
Who is like a creeper in shining gold
You are that one born to those
That milk the cows and their younger ones
And those that fight their foe
Within their own might at hand
Oh the one
Who is like a peacock in blue
That meanders in the woods free of caret
The one like a serpent’s hood
That rests in the hill of ants
The one in hold of riches galore.
Rise from slumber
We have arrived
Together at your castle’s square
That we sing His names aloud
The one who like the dark clouds
Is rich in hue
Of what gain
Do you sleep so long
Without a word and without a care.
You are that one born to those
That milk the cows and their younger ones
And those that fight their foe
Within their own might at hand
Oh the one
Who is like a peacock in blue
That meanders in the woods free of caret
The one like a serpent’s hood
That rests in the hill of ants
The one in hold of riches galore.
Rise from slumber
We have arrived
Together at your castle’s square
That we sing His names aloud
The one who like the dark clouds
Is rich in hue
Of what gain
Do you sleep so long
Without a word and without a care.
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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