Idhu Podhum yenakku
(This is sufficient for me )
By
Kaviyarasu
Vairamuthu
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
(A remarkable poem by the great poet about
the love of the husband to his wife . The feelings expressed are very sentimental and sensitive.)
Early morning
sounds , the five AM birds ,
The sun knockng at the door of night
,
Your anklets would sing my wake yup song,
My eyes which
open in your eyes,
This is sufficient
for me
The hot water
which is like ordinary water,
The towel that spreads
perfume ,
The kuttalam water
falls in the bath room,
And you getting wet
when I bathe,
This is sufficient
for me
The rain out side,
The windows to
watch the fun,
A single seater
chair ,
And sitting on it-
you and me
This is sufficient for me
The shore of the pond
,
The birds which bathe there,
The drops that get
sprayed,
When they dry their wings
,
And the edge of your Sari
to wipe my face
This is sufficient for me
The night when moon light
flows ,
The forest which has
lost the directions,
The single step
path,
And a stroll along
with you
This is sufficient for me
The December –January when trees shiver ,
The cold that
freezes the blood,
The body that
begs for heat,
A single blanket and mutual heat
This is sufficient for me.
The plate of moon
shine ,
The food
made of stars,
The ocean to wash my hands ,
The clouds to wipe my hands,
In the wake up of the dream.
You in my arm pits,
This is sufficient for me
The hut in the
hermitage,
The trees which wipe the floor
,
The breeze
which limps ,
The sound of flowing river,
The swing for convenience,
Epic literature to read,
And to mark the
pages,
The flowers that shed from your hair.
This is sufficient for me
Flower like cooked
rice ,
Non fried leafy vegetable
,
Well riped fruits
,
Juice of vegetables ,
And you to serve
them ,
And to satiate the
hunger both of us
This is sufficient for me
The garden of Bamboo,
The smell of
herbs ,
Chair made of cane
,
Knowledge of the world
,
The silence that fills everywhere,
And the song sung
by you
This is sufficient for me
The laugh that
does not vibrate ,
The talk that
does not fade ,
Look of enthusiasm,
The soul ful appreciation,
One dropof your tears.
Which falls on good
poem,
And which
spills out
This is sufficient for me.
But what about
you?
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