Ullavaru Shivalayava Maaduvaru
Naaneena Maadali Badavanayya.
Enna Kaale Kamba, dehave Degula
SHira Honna Kalashavayya.
Koodlasangamadeva, Kelaya
Stahvarakkalivuntu, Jangamakkalivilla
The rich
Will make temples for Shiva.
What shall i,
A poor man,
Do?
My legs are pillars,
The body the shrine,
The head a cupola
Of Gold.
Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,
Things standing shall fall,
But the moving ever shall stay
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