Spgm 076 - The Story Of Past Life Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Spgm 076 - The Story Of Past Life



(The Goddess of Madurai appeared
Before Kannagi. About Kannagi's
past life and the Kovalan's misdeeds
she exposes. Kannagi leaves for
Tiruchengu hills and as the Goddess
advises she joins her husband.)

THE GODDESS OF MADURAI

She had a crescent on her head,
A long stress behind her head,
Purple lily black lined eyes,
In her silver shining face.

She had coral like mouth,
And pearl like white teeth.
Black blue her left side was,
But golden her right was.

In the left hand she held,
A golden lotus fully opened.
She had in the right hand,
An axe weapon to fend.

A string of beads artistically made
In her right leg it was tied.
An anklet that made sound
In her left leg it was bound.

She was Pandian's family Goddess.
As a Madurai deity, she had her distress.
She felt for Kannagi's losses.
She came before her to redress.

She asked Kannagi, "Oh dame
What's your grief tell me.
If you listen to me now
To prosper I'll tell you how? "

DO YOU KNOW?

"With a sad face, who're you?
Behind me why are you?
Do you know the tragedy? "
Kannagi asked the deity.

3. Listen to me girl.

The deity said:

"I know your mental strain
That gives unbearable pain.
I'm Madurai's presiding deity
Let me tell you, it's my duty."

"To my heart burn you listen.
The king had his death sudden.
The cause of your husband's death
It was in his previous birth."

"Barring the Vedas recital sound,
The king never heard the sound
Of the hanging complaint bell.
He's not a tyrant, this I wish to tell."

PANDIAN'S REPUTATION

The deity spoke:

"From the sharp looks of a damsel
For her wish anyone may fall.
But not in the Pandian's case
Who belong to a moral race."

THE BOLD PANDIAN

"Once in disguise went Pandian,
As a night round in the town.
He knocked the doors of a woman,
Whose husband left her alone."

"If my husband lived with me,
This will never happen to me, "
She told, "Safely I can't remain,
Here as a lonely woman."

On hearing this, Pandian
Had cut his hand one
That knocked the door
At the night's odd hour.

"Anyone born in this family,
He lives forever happily
In his life with no shortfall.
This I wish to tell."

Tuesday, February 7, 2017
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Rajaram Ramachandran

Rajaram Ramachandran

Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India
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