உள்ளம்போன்று உள்வழிச் செல்கிற்பின் வெள்ளநீர்
நீந்தல மன்னோஎன் கண்.
When eye of mine would as my soul go forth to him,It knows not how through floods of its own tears to swim
Could mine eyes travel like my thoughts to the abode (of my absent lord), they would not swim in this flood of tears