Hymns of Thayumanavar
Thou granted bliss to Thine devotees
Who realized even for awhile,
That Thou art the Cause of all.
True, I have virtues none.
I am full of falsehood and deceit.
But Thou art my father.
If Thou grant me Thine fragrant lotus-like Feet so goodly,
Who is there to prevent Thee?