"O Deities of great fame! Who granted whatever boons and blessing were asked! Where have you migrated lock, stock and barrel?" The second poet finished the next two lines as if the idols were answering the query.
".........Paataay kEL! selkaalamellaam seluththinOm; al kaalam kallaanOm sempaanOm kaaN!"
"...................- O Poet who sang thus! Listen Ye! As long as our days were glorious, we extended our blessing and influence.
When the times became nought, we changed into stone and copper(of which we are made)".