When You lifted the hill
On that one finger so little:
All our worries You stifled,
And with my emotions You fiddled!
O Dearest Lover! O Supreme Protector!
Like moths to fire,
Travellers to an oasis,
Birds to grain:
Here, this heart rushes to You!
Here, caught in life's fleet,
But oh! hear this plea!
All my love does Your grace seek,
For Your one glance, i beseech!
Like the wrongdoers, i am surrendered,
Like Your devotees, i am bewildered:
Once, by lifting the hill, you killed our worries:
Now, acknowlege our longing, and kill our doubts eerie.
P.S: "Kundru kudaiyaay eduthaay, gunam potri!
Translation: You lifted the mountain as an umbrella, (we) praise Your character (forever present for helping Your devotees)