Twelve hundred artisans
Twelve years’ revenue of a kingdom
Passed twelve years
To erect the huge statue of stones
At the mouth of Chandrabhaga.
Was the crown stone
Still to be mounted.
Failed efforts of workforce,
Lost hopes in fear.
Then ordered the impatient king;
In three days it to be end
Or all to be put to death.
At once came a twelve year old boy
As an envoy from paradise,
With a solution to set the last stone
At the top of the temple.
Finally stood the gigantic chariot
On twelve pair of wheels
Pulled by seven pairs of horses.
But were all artisans still apprehensive
That may they lose their lives
If knows the angry king the truth.
For twelve hundred lives,
Climbed that little son onto the temple
And leapt into the sea,
Before the first rays of sunrise
Kissed the throne inside it.
Till today roams his immortal soul
Round this ruined cenotaph
Singing the song of sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brave son accomplished this all in the name of heroism. A monument should be erected in honor of him. Very inspiring and I enjoyed th write.