There were no shadows on the walls
Only a tall silhouette
A beturbanned, deep-thoated poet.
His songs had spilled over
Into his countrymen's hearts
Like Tampraparni in spate
An elephant, not the colonial power,
Cut off his sonorous voice
Poets shall die young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ofcourse a great national poet..sad to die young..but as you say 'poets shall die young'..even Adisankara died young..may be the destiny of knowledge is transitive early from one soul to another soul or from one birth to the rebirth I suppose.. a real tribute to our national poet..great..thanks for sharing