𑘢𑘻𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘲! 𑘊𑘡𑘿 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘿 𑘁𑘎𑘲𑘧 𑘢𑘻𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹! 𑘢𑘳𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘝𑘳; 𑘢𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘯𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘜𑘺 𑘝𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳
𑘊𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘲, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘳𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘊𑘦𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘯𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘡𑘎𑘺 𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘪𑘘𑘲𑘝𑘻𑘯𑘳𑘎𑘻𑘦𑘿
𑘓𑘹𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘃𑘝𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘦𑘩𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘜𑘿 𑘪𑘧𑘩𑘿 𑘓𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!
𑘊𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘄𑘧𑘨𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘲 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘦𑘺 𑘄𑘘𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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O lord, I praise you, the foundation of my life.
It is dawn and we sprinkle flowers on your lotus feet and worship them.
We see the beautiful smile on your divine face
that gives grace to all your devotees.
You are the lord of Thiruperundurai surrounded with cool fields
where petaled lotuses bloom in the mud.
You, with a bull on your banner, made me yours.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘡𑘿, 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘓𑘺 𑘀𑘜𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘡𑘿; 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘧𑘿 𑘀𑘎𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘝𑘳; 𑘄𑘝𑘧𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘳𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘡𑘿
𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘓𑘳𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘡𑘿 𑘊𑘯 𑘊𑘯, 𑘡𑘧𑘡𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘘𑘲 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘨, 𑘦𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘀𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘩𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘿𑘎𑘜𑘿 𑘁𑘦𑘿
𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘯𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘨𑘺 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘢𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘳𑘨𑘩𑘿𑘪𑘡; 𑘃𑘪𑘺 𑘌𑘨𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!
𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘝𑘲 𑘝𑘨 𑘪𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘡𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘦𑘩𑘺𑘧𑘹! 𑘀𑘩𑘺 𑘎𑘘𑘩𑘹! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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As the sun rises in the direction of Indra, darkness disappears,
the sun opens his eyes and fragrant flowers bloom
and bees as lovely as the eyes of the lord swarm and sing.
O Lord, god of Thirupperundurai,
you are a mountain of happiness
as you come to give us the grace we treasure.
You are the ocean with roaring waves.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘎𑘳𑘪𑘲𑘡 𑘢𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿; 𑘎𑘳𑘪𑘲𑘡 𑘎𑘻𑘯𑘲; 𑘎𑘳𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘃𑘧𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘲𑘡; 𑘃𑘧𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘲𑘡 𑘓𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘦𑘿;
𑘌𑘪𑘲𑘡 𑘝𑘰𑘨𑘎𑘺 𑘌𑘯𑘲; 𑘌𑘯𑘲 𑘄𑘝𑘧𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘝𑘳 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘻𑘘𑘳, 𑘡𑘦𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳.
𑘝𑘹𑘪! 𑘡𑘩𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘬𑘲 𑘎𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘝𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘃𑘜𑘺 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!
𑘧𑘰𑘪𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘪𑘳 𑘀𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘦𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘊𑘯𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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The beautiful cuckoos sing, roosters crow,
sparrows call, conches sound, the stars disappear
and light increases in the morning and brightens our day.
Show us your divine ankleted feet, lord, god of Thirupperundurai.
No one understands you, but you make it so I understand you easily.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘃𑘡𑘿 𑘃𑘓𑘺 𑘪𑘲𑘜𑘺𑘧𑘨𑘿, 𑘧𑘰𑘯𑘲𑘡𑘨𑘿, 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿; 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘘𑘳 𑘝𑘻𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘦𑘿 𑘃𑘧𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘲𑘡𑘨𑘿, 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿;
𑘝𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘲𑘧 𑘢𑘲𑘜𑘺 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘡𑘨𑘿, 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿; 𑘝𑘻𑘯𑘳𑘎𑘺𑘧𑘨𑘿, 𑘀𑘯𑘳𑘎𑘺𑘧𑘨𑘿,𑘝𑘳𑘪𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘺𑘧𑘨𑘿, 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿;
𑘓𑘹𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘀𑘗𑘿𑘓𑘩𑘲 𑘎𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘲𑘡𑘨𑘿, 𑘌𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘰𑘩𑘿. 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺 𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!
𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘃𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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On one side, devotees play sweet music on the veena,
on another they play the yaaz,
in one place they recite the Vedas and sing praises,
in another they carry garlands strung together with flowers,
in another they cry out and worship you
and in another they put their hands above their heads.
O lord of Thirupperundurai,
you rule me and give me your grace.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘢𑘳𑘝𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿𑘝𑘻𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘰𑘧𑘿' 𑘊𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿, 𑘀𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘢𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘃𑘩𑘡𑘿, 𑘪𑘨𑘪𑘳 𑘃𑘩𑘡𑘿,' 𑘊𑘡,𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘩𑘪𑘻𑘨𑘿
𑘎𑘲𑘝𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘢𑘰𑘘𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘿, 𑘁𑘘𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘿, 𑘀𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰𑘩𑘿, 𑘎𑘹𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘦𑘿, 𑘄𑘡𑘺𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘺.
𑘓𑘲𑘝𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘯𑘿 𑘪𑘧𑘩𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘦𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘰! 𑘓𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘡𑘺𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘦𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳,
𑘊𑘝𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘦𑘺 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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We have never heard of anyone who has seen you,
we have only heard that you stay in the sky, water, wind, fire, and earth.
Poets worship and sing your praise and dance but have not seen you.
You, hard for anyone to reach even by thought, are the king of Thirupperundurai
surrounded with flourishing cool fields.
You come to us, remove our troubles and give us your grace.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘢𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬 𑘪𑘲𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘳 𑘃𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘄𑘜𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿, 𑘢𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘡𑘺 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘨𑘿; 𑘀𑘪𑘨𑘿𑘢𑘩𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿,
𑘦𑘺𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘄𑘬𑘳 𑘎𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘲𑘧𑘨𑘿, 𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘳𑘘𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘃𑘧𑘩𑘿𑘢𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘪𑘜𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘰𑘨𑘿. 𑘀𑘜𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘦𑘜𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘰!
𑘓𑘹𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘄𑘬𑘳 𑘎𑘦𑘩𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘜𑘿 𑘪𑘧𑘩𑘿 𑘓𑘳𑘯𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘹!
𑘃𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘦𑘺 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘀𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘿𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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O lord, you are the beloved of beautiful Uma.
You took away the desires for the world
of your devotees wanting to reach your moksha.
Girls decorated with kohl on their eyes worship you.
O Lord Shiva, god of Thirupperundurai
surrounded with cool fields where lovely lotuses bloom,
you destroy our births on this earth and give your grace.
Wake up, beloved lord
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𑘀𑘝𑘳, 𑘢𑘯𑘓𑘿 𑘓𑘳𑘪𑘺 𑘊𑘡, 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘳 𑘊𑘡; 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘝𑘬𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘀𑘨𑘲𑘝𑘳 𑘊𑘡, 𑘊𑘯𑘲𑘝𑘳 𑘊𑘡; 𑘀𑘦𑘨𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿.
𑘃𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘪𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘄𑘨𑘳; 𑘃𑘪𑘡𑘿, 𑘀𑘪𑘡𑘿; 𑘊𑘡𑘪𑘹 𑘊𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘺 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳𑘎𑘻𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘳, 𑘃𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘳𑘦𑘿,
𑘦𑘝𑘳 𑘪𑘯𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘯𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳 𑘄𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘎𑘻𑘓 𑘦𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘺 𑘄𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘦𑘡𑘿𑘡𑘰!
𑘊𑘝𑘳 𑘊𑘦𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘜𑘲 𑘎𑘻𑘯𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘁𑘬𑘳? 𑘀𑘝𑘳 𑘎𑘹𑘘𑘿𑘢𑘻𑘦𑘿: 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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Even the gods in the sky do not know
whether you are the taste of fruit or nectar
and whether you are hard or easy to know.
You come to the earth in various divine forms
that may be this or that and make us yours and give us your grace.
You stay with your beautiful wife Uma
in Thiruvutharakosamangai surrounded with groves dripping with honey.
O king of Thirupperundurai, we ask you how we may serve and worship you.
Wake up, great lord
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𑘦𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘲𑘧 𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘩𑘿, 𑘡𑘘𑘳, 𑘃𑘬𑘳𑘝𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘁𑘡𑘰𑘧𑘿; 𑘦𑘳𑘪𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘎𑘲𑘩𑘨𑘿; 𑘧𑘰𑘪𑘨𑘿 𑘦𑘬𑘿𑘬𑘳𑘀𑘬𑘲𑘪𑘰𑘨𑘿?
𑘢𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘀𑘜𑘺 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘩𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿 𑘢𑘯𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘳𑘘𑘲𑘩𑘿𑘝𑘻𑘬𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘲𑘧𑘢𑘨𑘡𑘹!
𑘓𑘹𑘦𑘿 𑘝𑘯𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘨𑘺 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘹𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲, 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺 𑘎𑘻𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲,
𑘀𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘜𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘪𑘝𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘎𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘲, 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳 𑘁𑘜𑘿𑘘𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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You are the beginning, middle and end of all.
All the three gods—Thirumal, Brahma and Rudra—how could others know?
O highest lord, you and Uma with balls for playing in her soft fingers
come to all the simple huts of your devotees and stay there.
Your divine body is red like fire.
You took the form of a Brahmin,
came to the Thirupperundurai temple and gave us your grace.
You are as sweet as nectar.
O lord, wake up
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𑘪𑘲𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘎𑘝𑘿 𑘝𑘹𑘪𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘡𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘪𑘳𑘦𑘿 𑘦𑘰𑘘𑘿𑘘𑘰 𑘪𑘲𑘯𑘳𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘹! 𑘄𑘡𑘿 𑘝𑘻𑘯𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘒𑘿𑘎𑘯𑘿,
𑘦𑘜𑘿𑘜𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹 𑘪𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘪𑘰𑘯𑘓𑘿 𑘓𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘡𑘹! 𑘪𑘜𑘿 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺𑘧𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘪𑘯𑘲 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘻𑘦𑘿
𑘎𑘜𑘿 𑘀𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘹 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳, 𑘎𑘯𑘲𑘝𑘨𑘳 𑘝𑘹𑘡𑘹! 𑘎𑘘𑘩𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹! 𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹! 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘀𑘘𑘲𑘧𑘰𑘨𑘿
𑘊𑘜𑘿 𑘀𑘎𑘝𑘿𑘝𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘄𑘩𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳 𑘄𑘧𑘲𑘨𑘿 𑘁𑘡𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘊𑘦𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘡𑘿! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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You are such a wonder
even the gods in the sky cannot approach you.
We are your devotees.
You made us come to the earth and live,
O god of Thirupperundurai,
worshiped by our family from generation to generation,
you abide in the thoughts of your loving devotees.
You are sweetness that gives us joy, staying in our eyes,
and the nectar that came from the ocean, sweet as sugarcane,
You are the life of all the creatures of the world.
Wake up, great lord
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𑘢𑘳𑘪𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘧𑘿𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘲𑘬𑘪𑘰𑘦𑘺𑘧𑘲𑘡𑘿, 𑘡𑘰𑘯𑘿 𑘡𑘰𑘦𑘿 𑘢𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘳𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘻𑘦𑘿 𑘀𑘪𑘦𑘹; 𑘃𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘦𑘲,
𑘓𑘲𑘪𑘡𑘿 𑘄𑘧𑘿𑘧𑘎𑘿 𑘎𑘻𑘯𑘿𑘎𑘲𑘡𑘿𑘬 𑘁𑘬𑘳' 𑘊𑘡𑘿𑘬𑘳 𑘡𑘻𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘲, 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘹𑘨𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳𑘬𑘺 𑘄𑘬𑘺𑘪𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘝𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘦𑘰𑘩𑘿𑘁𑘦𑘿
𑘀𑘪𑘡𑘿 𑘪𑘲𑘨𑘳𑘢𑘿𑘢𑘳 𑘊𑘧𑘿𑘝𑘪𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘦𑘩𑘨𑘪𑘡𑘿 𑘁𑘓𑘺𑘢𑘿 𑘢𑘘𑘪𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘡𑘲𑘡𑘿 𑘀𑘩𑘨𑘿𑘡𑘿𑘝 𑘦𑘹𑘧𑘿𑘎𑘿𑘎𑘨𑘳𑘜𑘺𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿, 𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘳𑘦𑘿,
𑘀𑘪𑘡𑘲𑘧𑘲𑘩𑘿 𑘢𑘳𑘎𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘳, 𑘊𑘦𑘺 𑘁𑘘𑘿𑘎𑘻𑘯𑘿𑘯 𑘪𑘩𑘿𑘩𑘰𑘧𑘿! 𑘁𑘨𑘿 𑘀𑘦𑘳𑘝𑘹! 𑘢𑘯𑘿𑘯𑘲 𑘊𑘯𑘳𑘡𑘿𑘝𑘨𑘳𑘯𑘰𑘧𑘹!
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Being born in this world we waste our days in vain
unable to reach you, O god of Thirupperundurai.
We are looking for the path
through which all the creatures of the world reach you.
O god of Thirupperundurai, grant us your compassion
and come to this earth with Thirumal who wanted to see your feet
and Brahma who wanted to see your head.
O omnipotent lord, make us yours.
Wake up, our sweet lord
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