This poem is one of the most important poems in Sangam literature. Though this is the kind of Sangam poem I like with lot of comparisons and hidden meanings, this poem particularly interests me for some other reason. This poem contains interesting references to Krishna myths and Murugan’s adobe Thiruparankundram. 59. பாலை தண் கயத்து அமன்ற வண்டு படு துணை மலர்ப்... Continue Reading →
I am going to do some thing I have been consciously avoided for nearly a year. I have always tried to be a neutral person looking into issues and present things in a historical way. I have very consciously been avoiding this blog to be an outlet of my personal emotion. But a thought, rather... Continue Reading →
Conquerable Mountain and Unconquerable Ego - Ravana's ego and his stunt of lifting the Kailash.
The magician of words - Aurnagiri's poem on lord Murugan.
This one of the master piece in Tamil Literature. A beautiful poem describing beauty of a women. Kovalan on his wedding night with Kannagi, describes her beauty. Must read for anyone whether you know Tamil or not.
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————- Become Fan of Karka Nirka Blog in Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Karka-Nirka/353094691592 —————————————————————————————————————————————————————— I choose just a single stanza of Kamban's Ramavatharam today unlike my old posts where I end up posting 2 to 3 posts on single topic. I found this single stanza really interesting. Lets see whats stanza I am talking about first, கலைமான் முதல்... Continue Reading →
வளர்பிறைபோலவெயிறுமுரோம, முஞ்சடையுஞ் சிறுகுஞ்யும்விஞ்ச, மனதுமிருண்டவடிவுமிலங்க, மாமலைபோல் யமதூதர்கள்வந்து. And lo, behold, the Messenger of Death, like a huge mountain, shining and black shape, all hairy, terrible, teeth like the crescent moon(19)- வலைகொடுவீசியுயிர்கொடுபோக, மைந்தரும்வந்துகுனிந்தழநொந்து மடியில்விழுந்துமனைவிபுலம்ப, மாழ்கினரெயிவர்காலமறிந்து. He throws his net and takes the life and goes. the others come with bowed heads, and weep, the wife falls... Continue Reading →
வருவதுபோவதொருமுதுகூனு, மந்தியெனும்படிகுந்திநடந்து மதியுமழிந்துசெவிதிமிர்வந்து, வாயறியாமல்விடாமன்மொழிந்து. Bent with the weight of age, he roams about, squatting and moving like an ape, losing his wits, all stiff, all deaf, and almost blind, blabbering incongruous words.(13) துயில்வருநேரமிருமல்பொறாது, தொண்டையு நெஞ்சுமுன்வந்துவறந்து, துகிலுமிழந்துசுணையுமழிந்து, தோகையர் பாலர்ககோரணிகொண்டு. When it is time for sleep, he coughs, his throat is dry, and his chest... Continue Reading →
உயர்தருஞானகுருஉபதேச, முந்தமிழின்கலையுங்கரைகண்டு வளர்பிறையென்றுபலரும்விளம்ப, வாழ்பதினாறுபிராயமும்வந்து. Then the teacher comes. He learns the glories of his mother-tongue, Tamil in her three shapes, and how to write and count, and growing up, resembles, as so many say, the growing crescent of the moon: and thus he reaches sixteen years.(7) மயிர்முடிகோதியறுபதநீல, வண்டிமிர்தண்டொடைகொண்டைபுனைந்து, மணிபொனிலங்குபணிகளணிந்து, மாகதர்போகதர்கூடிவணங்க. Praised by... Continue Reading →
