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Articles: Literature | Vemana Satakam
- Mr. Siri Siri
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Salt and camphor are alike to look
But on scrutiny, different are the ways they taste
Among men, diverse are the meritorious ones
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The evil-minded, given power, drives away good
Knows the cur that gnaws at a leather slipper
The sweetness of sugarcane?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Assert not greatness in places not favourable
Not deficient it is to be in profile low
Wouldn't, in a mirror, the mountain look small?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
In water, the alligator stretches up to catch an elephant
But on land is undone by a cur
Strength it is of the place, not one's own
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Don't insist and be obstinate, but once so, don't let go
If obdurate, be strong to hold on
Better to die than to insist first and then let go
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
A boulder, with effort, could be broken
Mountains could be crushed into powder
But the hard-hearted one never can be melted
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Canker at the root corrupts the tree
The pest that infests corrupts the plant
The wicked vitiates the virtuous one
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema
Neem, even nurtured with milk
Wouldn't lose its bitterness to become sweet
The vicious one remains ever so, never becoms propriety-knowing
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Go with a pot to milk the cow gone barren
You get your teeth broken - it yields not milk
Sure, there's no use begging a miser
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
One single sapphire would do
Why a whole bag glittering stones
Wouldn't one poem spoken extempore be enough?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Little stone in the slipper, gadfly near the ear
Mote in the eye and thorn in the sole
Wrangles at home, truly, to suffer impossible it is
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The city of the King of Lanka who held the goddess of wealth captive
Ravaged was by an army of mere monkeys
In times inopportune the meanest would do to spell ruin
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Men who wouldn't feed the hungry and be charitable
What use their being born or dead
Wouldn't termites in the anthill multiply and die?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
When hungry and emaciated, a lion
Would battered be even by a biting cur
When out of fortune, tenacity wouldn't do
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The good that's done with dedication and piety
Though little is not small at all
Of the giant banyan how big is the seed?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
Iron, if broken, could be melted
Twice or thrice and be tinkered in order
Manas* if broken can never be joined
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
(*Manas is mind, heart and liking all in one)
The small-minded always speaks ostentatiously
The good man speaks soft and sweet, coolly,
Would gold ring loud as bronze?
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The little seed of pepper appears black
But if bitten it is hot to the tongue
Essence of the good ones would similar be
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The fig apple outside has sheen wondrous
Tummy opened, inside has worms
In the coward's mind, thus would bravery be
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
One Rama born fulfilled the race of the Sun
The lord of Kurus came to corrupt the clan
Are n't merit and sin like this here on earth
Beauteous one of the universe, listen, O Vema.
The milk of the holy cow, a ladleful would do
What, if it's a potful of ass's milk
Given in devotion, even a morsel would be enough
Beauteous of the Universe, listen, O Vema!
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