Spgm 030 - Song Full Of Satire Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

(In this part, Kovalan and Madhavi
sing songs playing the veena
simultaneously from their imagination.
At the end Kovalan's mind changes
and he leaves Madhavi.)

THE INTRODUCTION.

Her fine-tuned veena Madhavi took out,
From the cover made of artistic velvet.
With all her reverence she touched it.
Eight different tunes she raised on it

Her fingers with exquisite rings,
Moved up and down o'er the strings,
Just like the bees, which were swaying
Up in the air, when they were flying.

Her keen sense of hearing,
Perfected the tunes she was raising,
The eight types of music while playing,
And was deeply immersed in singing.

"Then what's your style? "
He asked her with a smile.
To him she offered it,
For his turn to play it.

He played varieties of tunes fine,
River Cauvery and sea being his main
Theme in melodious songs
Which one by one he sang.

SONGS ON THE RIVER CAUVERY.

"Like the glorious Sun he was famous.
His victorious-white-umbrella was famous.
He was the King Cholan, the great,
Who ruled up to the River Ganges belt."

"Long live, you Cauvery River,
Though he joined Ganges River,
Chastity-bound, never you hate him.
I know that you still love him."

"Kanya Kumari in his unbent rule,
He brought her also under his wise rule.
Yet you never choose to hate him,
As chastity drove you to love him."

"Amidst the farmers' ploughing sound,
The flowing river's gurgling sound,
And the festival of the people around,
You majestically walk on the ground."

"All these noble deeds of yours,
Aren't they indeed your favours
To the brave King Cholan's rule? "
He sang in praise of the river cool.

SONGS IN PRAISE OF PUGAR TOWN.

"The charming eyes of my paramour,
They resemble the black lily flower.
Which once blossomed during the day,
An unnatural event of the day.

"Oh Sea God, has whatever
You told became true? Never.
How this poor knew earlier her attitude,
That she was rid of any moral turpitude? "

"Not following your words true,
Her acts have become untrue.
Does this kind of peculiar nature
Exist not in our Pugar proper? "

"Out of her mad love for me,
For my favour, she followed me.
But now, a stranger to me
She appears, not recognizing me."

"The bees go around those lilies,
Not identifying such unusual lilies,
These bees exist in our Pugar town.
This fact is known to everyone."

"On the shore, the conch shells,
Make much voice well,
With the sea-waves rubbing them,
When the waves run every time."

"These moving waves wipe out
From the seaside sands wet,
The young girls' every footprint,
Leaving no trace or hint."

"To see this, these girls love it,
And they praise you for it.
Then their garlands they throw,
How the sea pulls it, to know."

"That way any passer-by goes,
He's stunned to see with his eyes,
Such a flower-decked scene there,
And motionless they're at the shore."