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General Forum: Poetry | | Sumatee satakam ---/Siri Siri | |
| If a cur, at an auspicious moment,
Is enthroned on a seat of gold
Would it give up its old trait?
Listen, O you, fair-minded!
Venom, the serpent has in the head
The scorpion in the tail
But, for man isn't it all over?
Listen, O you, fair-minded!
Worthwhile it is to listen to, whoever the teller
Proper it is to weigh without haste
Only he who knows truth from falsehood is wise
Listen O you, fair-minded!
Stronger is the one who's wise on reflection
Than the one who is just corpulent
Doesn't a mahout mount an elephant the size of a hillock?
Listen, O you, fair-minded!
The joy of male offspring for the sire
Comes not at the time a son's born
Only when people around acclaim the son
Finds joy the sire, listen, O you, fair-minded!
A kinsman who doesn't lend hand to help in need
A deity who wouldn't give a boon when devoutly prayed for
A steed that doesn't run when urged in a phalanx
Should be renounced instantaneously, listen, O you, fair-minded!
Walk not the lone way
Eat not at the foe's house
Touch not other's moneyv Hurt not any by your speech, listen, O you, fair-minded!
A lender, a healer of disease,
A never stopping rivulet, a Brahmin
If around, stay in that village,
Otherwise, never live there, listen, O you, fair-minded!
For the one who does a good turn, to analyse,
It's not strange to do another in turn:
To the one who harmed, doing a good turn without blame
Is the mark of a skilful man, listen, O you, fair-minded!
The one who always goes on finding faults
One should never serve - asked how and why -
Isn't it similar to living like a frog
Under a serpent's hood, listen, O you, fair-minded!
The one who says the thing proper for the occasion
And passes on with no offence to any
Hurting none, and not getting hurt
Is ever the man blessed, listen, O you, fair-minded!
When wealth and affluence abound
Relatives come swarming around
When water tanks for irrigation fill to the brim
Wouldn't tens of thousands of frogs gather, listen, O you, fair-minded!
Pluck not fruit unripe and raw
Abuse not relatives, it's wrong
Flee not the field of battle
Violate not the order of the preceptor, listen, O you, fair-minded!
As the lotus out of water
Gets exposed to the sun and wilts -
Those who stray from resorts their own
Make friends their own enemies sure, listen, O you, fair-minded!
Anger is an enemy of one's own
His cool his protection, compassion a relative
His joy verily heaven
His grief hell, sure, they say, O you, fair-minded!
The piety and devotion of his own village
The growth of his son's learning, beauty of his wife,
The medicinal value of the plant in his backyard
None would ever praise even inwardly, O you, fair-minded!
One's own affluence is heavenly luxury
Poverty, penury of the world entire
Death, the deluge of the universe
His own ladylove, Rambha, surely, O you, fair-minded!
(Rambha is a divine damsel in Deity Indra's court)
In a spot where one's own (friends) don't exist
Where there's not even a little intimacy!
In a place of scuffle where safety is uncertain
It is not proper for a man to be, O you, fair-minded!
Water is the basis for all life
Mouth for all sayings of sweetness
Woman a diamond among humans
Sari is amorous feeling, they say, O you, fair-minded!
Pledge not gold
Flee not the field of battle
Borrow not from a shop
Friendship of a stupid never cultivate, O you, fair-minded
For a promise, truthfulness is the life breaths
For a castle, an army of good guards
For a woman, her honour
For a deed the signature, truly, O you, fair-minded
Posted by: Mr. Siri Siri At: 16, Sep 2004 12:46:38 PM IST
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