You let me in,
A small Kartikeya in dream
Calling.
A small Kartikeya
Lying under the open skies
You let me in, father.
Who, who you are
Father in a dream babbling?
I am a small, small Kartikeya
Lying under the open skies.
Am shivering, shivering with sold,
Please, please let me in,
Father, father.
Who, who,
Who is it calling
Awoken from the dream?
But to surprise, the gentleman seeing
A small Kartikeya idol
Lying near the gate.
Calling, father, father,
Let me in,
Let me in,
Oh, it is very cold, cold outside!
N.B, During the Kartikeya Festival, small statues of Lord Child Kartikeya are placed at the door of the people expecting children night beforehand. Some accept, some deny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem