136. A Song About Vel Aai Andiran
Shall I say the lice in my head as my enemies ? Shall I say the poverty which tortures me and my relatives as my enemy ? Shall I say the dwarfs who seize our things like the monkeys in the hilly way as my enemies ? We have come through this hard forest way thinking that you will know all our enemies and give us gifts. Those who help the poor are the real helpers. Those who help the rich are helping themselves. So you send us giving gifts. We will praise you to live more than the sand on the bank of Thuraiyoor . We will live with the wealth given by you. -Thuraiyoor Odaikkizhaar
137. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
I am the one who have not the desire to praise the three kings who have young elephants and the world which has the sea as the boundary. I am the one who know you very earlier. The seed which is sowed in a pit which is full of water will not go waste without growing because of the scarcity of water. It will grow like the sugarcane. Though the rain fails in the summer, the water in the ponds never goes dry. The river water which looks like clear gems will carry vengai flowers and run towards the sea. Oh lord of this fertile Naanjil hill ! You live long. Let your father and mother also live long. -Orusirai Periyanaar
138. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
Oh old Paanaa ! You have come through the forest way where there are cow herds, the hilly way where there are flock of deers and the river way where there are a lot of fish. You have come with a small yaazh , wearing rags. You have come with a desire to get gifts. You have a high thought. The lord whom you wish to sing never says, “I have nothing today. So you go and come tomorrow.“ He is the husband of the beautiful lady who has dense, dark hair. He is like the ear kept by the parrot in a tree hole. When you return after getting the gifts from him , none can recognize you that you were that old Paanaa in rags. Your appearance will be totally changed then. -Marudhan Ilanaahanaar
139. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
The youths having small tied up hair and the Viraliyar who have creeper like waist are waiting for a long time to get your gift. I won't lie to get gifts from you for their living. I am telling the truth . You are the successor of a dynasty which never retraces in a war. Oh lord of the Naanjil hill ! My poverty does not allow me wait until you give gifts to me. Your Seraa king is ready to give whatever you need. You are ready to give your life itself to the Seraa king . If a war comes suddenly and if you go to the war, myself and my relatives cannot wait for the gift which will be given by you after the war. So before the war, you give up the gifts and remove our hunger. -Marudhan Ilanaahanaar
140. A song About Naanjil Valluvan
The Naanjil hill is very high. There are many jack trees. Oh poets having tongues which sing great Thamizh songs ! It seems that Naanjil Valluvan is a fool who cannot know the truth. He gives an elephant which looks like a hill as a gift to those who come to get some rice to cook. What an ignorance ! It seems that there will be such gifts in this world. Will not the bgreat people do their duties knowing the right way ? -Awvaiyaar
141. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
We who look like the Paanaas have worn golden lotuses on our heads. Our Viraliyar have worn golden jewels. We have untied the horses from the chariot and are in the forest area happily as we are in our home. Oh poets ! Do you want to ask who are we ? We are also like you. We with our relatives suffered a lot than you before seeing Behan. Now our condition has changed because of the gifts given by Behan. Though he knew that the peacock did not cover its body with a shawl, he gave his shawl to it. He will give in large quantities to many. He does not give expecting fame and benefits in the next birth. He gives knowing the poverty of the people. So you go and get gifts. -Paranar
142. A song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
The rain will fall in the pond where there is no water and in the vast fields. It will fall on the barren land too. Like the rain Behan who has elephant army and has worn kazhals gives to all without knowing their standard. But when he fights, he will fight with those who are equal to him in strength. -Paranar
143. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
The Kuravaas will request the rainy cloud to rain and if it rains a lot they will request it to stop.. They worship god giving offerings. When the rain stops they eat the thinai. Oh lord of that land having strong horse army ! Yesterday when we were coming across the forest way where the water falls sounded like murasu, we saw a small village . There we sang about you and your hill. On hearing that there came a lady who could not control her weeping. Her tears wet her chest. Her crying voice resembles the sound of the flute. We don't know who she is. She is more pitiable than us. -Kapilar
144. A Song about Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behan ! Not showing mercy is cruel. In the evening when darkness surrounded, we played our yaazh and sang about you, your forest and your hill. Then we saw a lady who had ink smeared, neidhal flowers like eyes. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wet her chest. We asked that lady if she was a relative to our Behan. She wiped out her tears with her kaandhal flower like fingers and told that she was not a relative to Behan. She added that others told that he had fallen in love with a lady like her and came to Nalloor which had the mullai land as a fence. -Paranar
145. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behaa ! You gave your shawl to the peacock thinking that it would tremble in the cold. You have good fame, male elephants and horses. We do not come with hunger. We do not have the duty of saving our relatives. We play the yaazh so that the hearers appreciate it moving their heads. We request you to show mercy . You get on your chariots on which bells are tied, go to your wife and remove her deep sorrow. It is the gift begged by us. -Paranar
146. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Let the gold and wealth given by you be with you. Oh Behan ! I do not come to get these. If you wish to give me any gift on hearing my song about your hill , you show mercy to your wife. She is in a deep sorrow as you do not show her kindness. Her hair is like the feathers of the peacock. In order to make it dry up by sweet smelling smoke and to wear cold, sweet smelling garland you tie up your horse to the chariot and go to your wife. -Arisil Kizhaar
147. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behan ! We crossed the hilly way playing our yaazh and came here. Your wife is alone hearing the sound of the rain. She has not applied oil to her hair. Her cold eyes are with tears. To make her hair clean and wear new flowers you go to her place. This is the best gift that can be given by you. -Perungkundroor Kizhaar
148. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
Oh king having fertility given by the water falls ! Oh Nalli ! The gold, wealth and the elephants in your country are for giving to those who come to get them. So our little tongues do not have the habit of singing about those who do not give. -Vanparanar
149. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
Oh Nalli ! You live long. Because of your patronage, our Paanaas sing marudham in the evening which is to be sung in the morning and sevvazhi in the morning which is to be sung in the evening. -Vanparanar
150. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
I was with a rag, which looked like the white eagle's wing, under a jack tree. I was suffering like this. I stood and began to worship . When a hunter came, he made me sit. He cooked the flesh of the deer in the fire and gave it to us to eat. We ate it and drank the water of the water falls and quenched our hunger. When we were to depart, that hunter gave his pearl garland and bracelet saying that he had no other good jewels as he was a dweller of the forest. Even when I asked his name and village, he refused to say them. On hearing others' talk, we came to know that he was Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli who had the big hill in the Thotti range and marble like water falls. -Vanparanar
Shall I say the lice in my head as my enemies ? Shall I say the poverty which tortures me and my relatives as my enemy ? Shall I say the dwarfs who seize our things like the monkeys in the hilly way as my enemies ? We have come through this hard forest way thinking that you will know all our enemies and give us gifts. Those who help the poor are the real helpers. Those who help the rich are helping themselves. So you send us giving gifts. We will praise you to live more than the sand on the bank of Thuraiyoor . We will live with the wealth given by you. -Thuraiyoor Odaikkizhaar
137. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
I am the one who have not the desire to praise the three kings who have young elephants and the world which has the sea as the boundary. I am the one who know you very earlier. The seed which is sowed in a pit which is full of water will not go waste without growing because of the scarcity of water. It will grow like the sugarcane. Though the rain fails in the summer, the water in the ponds never goes dry. The river water which looks like clear gems will carry vengai flowers and run towards the sea. Oh lord of this fertile Naanjil hill ! You live long. Let your father and mother also live long. -Orusirai Periyanaar
138. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
Oh old Paanaa ! You have come through the forest way where there are cow herds, the hilly way where there are flock of deers and the river way where there are a lot of fish. You have come with a small yaazh , wearing rags. You have come with a desire to get gifts. You have a high thought. The lord whom you wish to sing never says, “I have nothing today. So you go and come tomorrow.“ He is the husband of the beautiful lady who has dense, dark hair. He is like the ear kept by the parrot in a tree hole. When you return after getting the gifts from him , none can recognize you that you were that old Paanaa in rags. Your appearance will be totally changed then. -Marudhan Ilanaahanaar
139. A Song About Naanjil Valluvan
The youths having small tied up hair and the Viraliyar who have creeper like waist are waiting for a long time to get your gift. I won't lie to get gifts from you for their living. I am telling the truth . You are the successor of a dynasty which never retraces in a war. Oh lord of the Naanjil hill ! My poverty does not allow me wait until you give gifts to me. Your Seraa king is ready to give whatever you need. You are ready to give your life itself to the Seraa king . If a war comes suddenly and if you go to the war, myself and my relatives cannot wait for the gift which will be given by you after the war. So before the war, you give up the gifts and remove our hunger. -Marudhan Ilanaahanaar
140. A song About Naanjil Valluvan
The Naanjil hill is very high. There are many jack trees. Oh poets having tongues which sing great Thamizh songs ! It seems that Naanjil Valluvan is a fool who cannot know the truth. He gives an elephant which looks like a hill as a gift to those who come to get some rice to cook. What an ignorance ! It seems that there will be such gifts in this world. Will not the bgreat people do their duties knowing the right way ? -Awvaiyaar
141. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
We who look like the Paanaas have worn golden lotuses on our heads. Our Viraliyar have worn golden jewels. We have untied the horses from the chariot and are in the forest area happily as we are in our home. Oh poets ! Do you want to ask who are we ? We are also like you. We with our relatives suffered a lot than you before seeing Behan. Now our condition has changed because of the gifts given by Behan. Though he knew that the peacock did not cover its body with a shawl, he gave his shawl to it. He will give in large quantities to many. He does not give expecting fame and benefits in the next birth. He gives knowing the poverty of the people. So you go and get gifts. -Paranar
142. A song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
The rain will fall in the pond where there is no water and in the vast fields. It will fall on the barren land too. Like the rain Behan who has elephant army and has worn kazhals gives to all without knowing their standard. But when he fights, he will fight with those who are equal to him in strength. -Paranar
143. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
The Kuravaas will request the rainy cloud to rain and if it rains a lot they will request it to stop.. They worship god giving offerings. When the rain stops they eat the thinai. Oh lord of that land having strong horse army ! Yesterday when we were coming across the forest way where the water falls sounded like murasu, we saw a small village . There we sang about you and your hill. On hearing that there came a lady who could not control her weeping. Her tears wet her chest. Her crying voice resembles the sound of the flute. We don't know who she is. She is more pitiable than us. -Kapilar
144. A Song about Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behan ! Not showing mercy is cruel. In the evening when darkness surrounded, we played our yaazh and sang about you, your forest and your hill. Then we saw a lady who had ink smeared, neidhal flowers like eyes. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wet her chest. We asked that lady if she was a relative to our Behan. She wiped out her tears with her kaandhal flower like fingers and told that she was not a relative to Behan. She added that others told that he had fallen in love with a lady like her and came to Nalloor which had the mullai land as a fence. -Paranar
145. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behaa ! You gave your shawl to the peacock thinking that it would tremble in the cold. You have good fame, male elephants and horses. We do not come with hunger. We do not have the duty of saving our relatives. We play the yaazh so that the hearers appreciate it moving their heads. We request you to show mercy . You get on your chariots on which bells are tied, go to your wife and remove her deep sorrow. It is the gift begged by us. -Paranar
146. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Let the gold and wealth given by you be with you. Oh Behan ! I do not come to get these. If you wish to give me any gift on hearing my song about your hill , you show mercy to your wife. She is in a deep sorrow as you do not show her kindness. Her hair is like the feathers of the peacock. In order to make it dry up by sweet smelling smoke and to wear cold, sweet smelling garland you tie up your horse to the chariot and go to your wife. -Arisil Kizhaar
147. A Song About Vaiyaavikko Behan
Oh Behan ! We crossed the hilly way playing our yaazh and came here. Your wife is alone hearing the sound of the rain. She has not applied oil to her hair. Her cold eyes are with tears. To make her hair clean and wear new flowers you go to her place. This is the best gift that can be given by you. -Perungkundroor Kizhaar
148. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
Oh king having fertility given by the water falls ! Oh Nalli ! The gold, wealth and the elephants in your country are for giving to those who come to get them. So our little tongues do not have the habit of singing about those who do not give. -Vanparanar
149. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
Oh Nalli ! You live long. Because of your patronage, our Paanaas sing marudham in the evening which is to be sung in the morning and sevvazhi in the morning which is to be sung in the evening. -Vanparanar
150. A Song About Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli
I was with a rag, which looked like the white eagle's wing, under a jack tree. I was suffering like this. I stood and began to worship . When a hunter came, he made me sit. He cooked the flesh of the deer in the fire and gave it to us to eat. We ate it and drank the water of the water falls and quenched our hunger. When we were to depart, that hunter gave his pearl garland and bracelet saying that he had no other good jewels as he was a dweller of the forest. Even when I asked his name and village, he refused to say them. On hearing others' talk, we came to know that he was Kandeeraakkopperu Nalli who had the big hill in the Thotti range and marble like water falls. -Vanparanar
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