Pongal

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!

 

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