Rajendran Muthiah Poems

345. One who gives two measures of paddy to a kin
may be angry but doesn't insult with mean words.
Without singing sacred hymns, no one tastes
cow's ghee poured into the sacrificial fire.
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348. O, chief of the hills with falls and shining gold!
The evil attained by those who sought our help
will reach us. If we don't rid of this, no use
to them. The hand that pestles the chaff feels pain.
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The wench who sparked my heart sleeps not in her grave.
Till she was strangled she kept her word brave.
Her dad pardoned her when she lost her breath.
Drops of grief drip from my heart after her death.
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357. O, chief of the hills where the branching bamboos
stick to the main trunk! The wealthy must give
and be graceful. It is one bearing a load
of gold putting the bag of pearls on it.
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363. The good people pull those out proceeding
in evil ways, restrain them and lead them
in paths of virtue in this world eternal,
as the moms force their kids to milk from their breasts.
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For crores the government-jobs, she sold.
To throw cash to voters, she was bold.
The road-workers got killed.
Their kids' eyes with tears filled.
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372. O, chief of th' water-logged land with burst flowers!
Give a bit to the poor in this birth to get
mega-bucks in the birth next. You hook a small fish[Ayirrai]
into the pond to catch a big one[veral].
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381. In severe drought, the king Pari's young daughter
gave a lot of gold in a boiling pot
as food to a begging bard.
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