I looked at the top of the hills from where,
the waters of Thalaikone were spraying down
on my face, and my Cheetah in my mind,
Was in all smiles raising loud boos while dancing.
Her soothing words (naa varaen=I'm leaving)were heard again and again
in my ears to give me vigour and verve.
These two words her lips whispered, in my ears
were the carriers of mountainous feel of love.
Her silver-tongued tone, and heavenly love
abound in her eyes are enough to push me
through the sybaritic seventies in glee
and swaggering eighties with verses woven.
Before the sheen bids bye from her salacious skin,
God shall fire me with scientilating lines to spin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem