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Ramani Naidu • Sun Dec 22 2002 - 05:23:15 PST 


DAY EIGHT - NACCIYAR THIRUMOZHI
THIRD THIRUMOZHI

SONG ONE

We came to bathe in the pond
Well before the cock crew.
Thou sleepest on a bed of the snake,
Lo, the rich sun has risen now!
Suffered have we at your hands
Never again will we come to the pond.
I beg of you along with my friend,
Give us our dress back.

SONG TWO

How is it you are here at this pond?
Basil garlanded, Wondrous and our Elixir!
We are not game for it,
Since it is not proper.
Boy of manifold mischief, hurry not!
You once danced on the spread hood of a snake.
Give us our dress back,
Hung in your mischief on the Kuruntha tree.

SONG THREE

What childish game is this, hey!
Our mothers will brook us not
If they were to see all this.
Destroyer of Lanka!
Perched on the branches of the Kuruntha tree in full bloom,
You don't take this for a serious game.
We'll give you anything you want.
We'll go back home unseen.
Only give us our Silk back.

SONG FOUR

Many are those bathing in the pond.
We stand here for all to see,
With tears in our eyes, not to be stopped.
Open your eyes wide and see for yourself!
The Pityless! O Lord the Destroyer of Lanka!
We know you are the king of the monkeys/
Give us our dress back
Hung in your mischief on the branches of the Kuruntha tree.

SONG FIVE

The kayal and the valai fish together
Bite our legs in the water.
It won't be a game any more
If our brothers chase you away,
With spears held in their arms.
Don't keep yourself perched there on the tree
With the beautiful dress of ours stolen!
O Black-hued! Give us our dress
Hung in your mischief on the branches of the Kuruntha tree.

SONG SIX

The stems of the lotus within the waters,
Close together and tickle our legs.
Much painful is it indeed
Like the sting of the poisonous scorpion.
Our Lord! You dance with the pots held high.
Give up all your mischief.
Give us our silk dress back.

SONG SEVEN

Suffer do we much standing in the waters.
Don't be unfair to us!
It is too long a way back home.
You know Times all three from the primordial days.
We are your devotees, you see!
Mothers wont bear to see us thus.
Leave the branches of the Kuruntha trees
Give us our Silk dress back.

SONG EIGHT

Not only are we your aunt's daughters here.
See, others have also arrived.
You sleep with your eyes closed
The eyes pure as flowers.
Let us speak in brief.
This mischief of yours doesn't become of you.
The tender leaf of the clan of the shepherds!
Give us our dress back
Hung in your mischief on the branches of the Kuruntha tree.

SONG NINE

Did you escape through the dark night
To survive then the treachery of Kamsa,
Only to make us the virgins so sad
Standing in the waters thus?
Yesodha speaks not upbraiding you,
Leaving you to your pranks.
Shamelessly did you suck the teats of the monstress,
And sucked her life too out.
Give us our dress back.

SONG TEN

Those who become adept in reciting
These ten songs of Kothai,
The daughter of Pattarpiran of Villiputtur
Surrounded by golden topped houses,
Speaking of the divine games of the Black-hued
With the Shepherdesses,
Will reach heaven to dwell with Madhava.











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