This is a long poem of 122 couplets or 244 lines in venba metre.  It is a panegyric singing coupled with fervant devotion.  It is at once a poem of praise, sung spontaneously and at the same time a systematic treatise of philosophic truths.  The poem is not a bit laboured or deliberate; but it breathes a maturity and discernment in the exposition of the truths, words and phrases gushing out with deep meaning and unbounded imagination.

    The first thirty six couplets deal with the absolute and relative attributes of God Siva, in a brief and exquisite manner, as expounded in the Saiva Siddhanta Philosophy.  All the innumerable and the humanly inexplicable characteristics of God Siva are attributed without any difference to Lord Muruka briefly in these lines and our Saint thus dispels the darkness of doubt that exists in the minds of some holding that both are different; he asserts that both are One and only One and are non-different.  The poet-saint explains herein, that God Siva is the only Supreme Almighty and the other god-heads who perform the functions of creation, protection and destruction are His manifestations (1-6).  He is the supreme Ordainer and Energiser of all activities (7-10).  He makes all the souls experience the fruits of their karma, by concealing by means of His power of obscuration (¾¢§Ã¡¾¡Éõ) their knowledge why they are experiencing such pleasure and pain alternately (11-16).  He showers on them the pleasures of heaven and painful sufferings of the hell along with powerful positions of varied hierarchy to bring maturation of the anava mala in them so as to grant them the imprint of His Grace (14-22).  Thereupon He appears in the form of a Preceptor to shower His Grace on the three kinds of souls in accordance with the grades of their maturity (23-32).  He is always in inseparable union with all the souls and blesses them with divine knowledge and unsurpassed bliss at His Benevolent Feet (33-36).

    Then comes the description of His Divine Form (37-41), the inexplicable beauties of His six countenances and twelve arms and their graceful activities (42-53).  His resplendent Form as meditated in the loving lotus-like hearts of the devotees is vividly described next (54-58).  He who shines as the inner light and the micro-cosmic activiser of the five-fold deeds, manifests in ever so many forms in the phenomenal universe for the sake of granting divine wisdom to the souls (59-65).  Then the poet describes the ten-fold insignis of royality (Dasanga) of Lord Muruka (66-74).  The divine incarnation of Lord Muruka as the son of God Siva (75-86), His exploits (87-104), His wedding with Devayana, the daughter of Indira and with Valli, the daughter of the hunter-king Nambirajan, (105-108) and His abodes (109-110) are exquisitely described as found in the Kandapuranam of Kachiappa Sivachariar, in a very brief but captivating and attractive manner.  At the end of the poem, out of his bountiful grace upon us all, the poor unliberated souls, prays on our behalf for the grans of His Grace.  This prayer is so unique complete and soul-stirring that we do not find a similar one anywhere else (111-122).  The prayer can be rendered in English as follows:

    "Protect me, Oh! Lord! from the dreadful myriads of births the myriads of woes incident thereto causing endless sorrow and ailments, the myraids of commissions of evils, of the danger of snakes, of ghosts and of demons, of threats from fire, water and of hostile forces lined up against me, from venomous poision and from wild beasts, wherever they confront me threatening my very being.

    Protect me by granting the vision of you riding the green peacock, your twelve mighty arms, the sharp spear that stems all fear, your winsome waist surrounded by belt, your handsome feet, russet hands, your six pairs of gracious eyes and great countenances, your six crowns that scintillate radiance.  These must appear before me wherever Iam in need, without fail.

    Let your vision pound away mishaps and grant all favours and be enshrined in my heart to my great joy.  The many skills like being able to compose poems in all the different styles, the skill of attending to many things at one and the same time, becoming well-versed in the classics of yore, in poetics and other branches of grammar be granted to me.  Inspire and grant me solid and ripe scholarship of Tamil.  Make it possible in this very birth, through right living, to conquer the attachments of 'I' and 'Mine' and become rid of the three great bonds of evil.  Releasing from their shackles, make me part of the Community of devotees who meditate on you, and thus enjoy, here and now, the bliss of supreme beatitude.  Accept me as your servant, unworthy and distant though I be, by granting the vision of your lotus feet and the gift of your palpable presence to me your bond servant"