The flowers of lotus
Those at your backyard pond
Have blossomed.
The ‘ ambal’ flowers
Have had their petals down to rest
The sages in saffron
Their teeth in sparkling white
Are readying to open the temple doors.
Maiden ye,
Word you lent
That you shall rise
And awaken us instead
Oh you the one of forsaken word
With as sweet a tongue
As the one you have
To sing in praise
For Him
In whose hands reign the disc and conch
For Him
Who is the lotus eyed one
Appeal to you, you wake up.
2009 Srirangam Andal Alankaaram
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