Fatigued mind lays the body reclined
Stretched further the paining legs
Fluttering heart lulled in closed eyes
Evening albedos splashing leafy on face
Gentle breeze airing a temple melody
Bliss of heaven blessing the soul gentle
Band of seven bores harmonising the mood
A Nagaswaram-music nominating the Almighty
Who can be against such tranquil pleasance
Caressed when weary the body, mind and soul
An ebon instrument mouthing heavenly utterances
Reed to bell out to solemnise from afar
I'm appeased and I'm invisible..
Behind those dulcet frequencies gone
My mind, my heart, my soul in rapture farther
A godly touch consoling me from my woes
This garden, this chair and my body
Be null until self mine resumes
To notes of Nagaswaram dancing my soul
Cadent my mind in accordance to Thavil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a lovely instrument and how well you have brought its sweetness...a manly sweetness..when compared to veena...a superb introduction of this instrument to this site...thank you mam