Spgm 094 - Started For His Kingdom Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

The Ganges had no time to sleep.
It wide spread water was so deep
That the fields had copious water
Non-stop through out the year.

With broad-fresh-green leaves,
The beautiful lotus flowers,
Invited several buzzing bees
To hear their droning sounds.

Early in the morning, the sun
Rose o'er the eastern mountain
With his wide spread rays
And he showed the lighted ways.

The ever victorious King Cheran,
Who ruled the kingdom eastern,
After winning countries northern,
He came to this part southern.

With his army he started then,
To go back to his own region,
Having fulfilled his mission,
To his full satisfaction.

THE SORROW OF VENMAL.

In the big and rich country,
Buildings high up to the sky,
As if obstructing the sun,
They did shine in color golden.

Like a fully bent pearl chain,
Their artistic arches stood in line.
In a golden cot the queen,
With a sad face she was seen.

She had no sleep for nights,
As the king went for fights,
And she sat with her pain,
Caressing her pet swan.

THEY SANG IN PRAISE

The assembled shepherd girls,
They sang aloud in praise,
All of them in one voice,
On the king's success.

"Oh queen, as the king left,
Never a day you slept.
Stop your worry now.
Be ready for a show."

"The king has come back.
So, don't be dull or slack.
You should now be smart.
To receive him, you start."

THE GYPSIES' FOLK SONG

"The gypsy man drank toddy,
And his walk became unsteady.
As none watched the fields,
The elephants ate the grains."

"The king like an elephant,
To fight our enemies he went.
Let us welcome him to this place,
With our folk song and dance."

THE FARMERS SANG

"Our king destroyed fortress,
Of northern kings in distress,
Today is the day of their release
From the locked prisons."

"Oh plough, you've got
Work to be done a lot,
So, tomorrow to start
The work, you be smart."

THE SHEPHERDS' FLUTE PLAY

It was a regular pleasant scene
The shepherd girls were seen
Playing and bathing in the water,
In the cold Thamiraparani River.

The river steps looked colorful
And covered with flowers full.
It resembled like the rainbow
Of the Lord Indran's bow.

The bees hunted for the honey,
From the blue lotus many,
The cheerful girls played flute,
That drove the listeners mute.

They sang, "Our king has come,
With Himalayas' cows handsome.
These cows are bathing in the river,
That is cold to make one shiver."

A TYPE OF FOLK SONG

The waves brought white sands,
And covered the river side lands,
A crowd of girls under the tree,
They were in dance-spree.

They sang, "Our king is coming.
Let us welcome his homecoming.
May his shoulders be strong!
May this Vanchi kingdom be strong! "

HE CAME TO VANCHI

The queen heard them all.
When the king would call?
Her heart yearned for him.
She waited for that time.

The victorious king at last came.
He had a warm welcome,
From the Vanchi's people,
Who celebrated his arrival!