I thank the sun god for my golden grain,
Vernal warmth and bountiful rain–
Under a tripod of sugarcane the milk overflows.
As over the wood fire my clay pot glows.
I see Mother Nature personified
In soft eyed heifers with their glossy hide,
Gladly we worship the sun, rain and earth,
Which renew our lives, re -establish our worth.
My village is filled with song and laughter:
The pongal-chant echoing from thatched roof and rafter!
Our arms and faces we raise up to the skies–
Pongal oo pongal! Ring the glad cries!