Hymns of Thayumanavar
The pleasures of worldly women and of gold
And of the illusory impure body -
All these they hold as real.
The wisdom of Thy devotees,
The sure goal of liberation,
The scriptures true -
All these they hold as false.
Of the friendship of such men of untruth
When shall I be rid?
Oh! Thou, that is Pervasive Perfection!