BORROWED ROBESTranslations by NirmaldasanTranslator’s Preface Of all the literary labours, translation is the least creative and the most difficult. A good translation is one that preserves the sound and sense of the original. But this is impossible as every language has its peculiarities which cannot be captured by another language. Hence, not without reason, Percy Bysshe Shelley calls translation a vanity. Translation is a necessary evil, for there is no other way by which great poems can be brought to the lay audience which has no knowledge of language other than its own. Therefore, translation cannot be dispensed with. A translator should be a master of two languages: the language in which the poem occurs and the language into which the poem is to be translated. The next requirement is that he must be a poet himself. A translator can lay pretense to a few liberties. He can sacrifice the literal meaning to capture the spirit of the original, and to preserve the sound even at the cost of the sense. This has been my guideline. This slender volume Borrowed Robes comprises translations of some miscellaneous Tamil compositions of different periods: from the Sangam Age to modern times. Some of the poems I have rendered in prose and the rest in metre. And I could not resist the temptation to include two of my English poems in the appendix. The phrase ‘borrowed robes’ occurs in William Shakespeare’s Macbeth. I hope my translations have done justice to the original compositions; and that the Tamil Muse, here dressed in English robes, has not lost her mellifluous voice.
— Nirmaldasan Two Songs From Kuruntokai 1. Song 2 (Iraiyanar)
O bright-winged bee who wingest thine way 2. Song 40 (Chembulapeyalneerar)
Who are you and who am I? Thirukkural 133 (A verse from each chapter from the Tamil of Thiruvalluvar. Translated from May 29 to October 8, 2004) Part I: Virtue 2. Of what use is learning if the learned worship not the Omniscient’s foot? 19. Charity and penance cannot last should the skies refuse to rain. 29. Nothing can guard against the rage, though momentary, of those who have attained the peak of virtue. 34. Purity of mind is virtue; all else is not. 45. The nature and fruit of family life is love and virtue. 60. The glory of home is a virtuous wife; and the gift of children, its ornament. 66. “The flute is sweet, the lute is sweet,” say those who haven’t heard their children’s babbling voice. 72. The loveless covet everything; the loving even sacrifice themselves. 86. A good host to frequenting guests will be a good guest to the gods. 100. Uttering a bad word instead of good is like eating a raw fruit instead of ripe. 108. Forgetting kindness is not good; forgetting unkindness at once is good. 113. Even if good comes of it, spurn at once the wealth that injustice brings. 129. A burn may heal within, but not that caused by a scalding tongue. 131. Since conduct bestows honour, it is dearer than life itself. 148. Manliness eyes not another’s spouse and is the virtuous conduct of the wise. 151. As the earth bears those that dig, so bear with those that scorn. 165. The envious need no foe to bring about their downfall. 173. Those who seek bliss will not do wrong for pleasure’s sake. 183. Better to die and gain the fruits of virtue than to live on lies and slander. 192. An empty speech in an assembly is worse than a deed that offends friends. 202. Since evil begets evil, it is to be feared more than fire itself. 211. Philanthropy is such as rain that expects nothing in return from the world. 225. Great is the penance of overcoming one’s hunger, but only next to satiating another’s. 238. They deserve blame who leave behind nothing worthy of fame. 247. Even as this world is not for those without wealth, so is that world not for those without mercy. 260. With folded hands all creatures worship him who neither kills nor eats meat. 268. All living things worship him who has conquered the self. 271. The five senses inwardly mock at the double life of the hypocrite. 283. The wealth obtained by theft, though seeming to increase, will decrease and disappear. 299. No lamp is a lamp to the wise, but the lamp of truth. 309. Every desire will be fulfilled if the heart is without ire. 314. Return good for evil and make the villain ashamed of himself. 327. Even if one’s life is at stake, never take another’s sweet life. 338. As a shell to the bird that is hatched, so is the body to life that will fly. 341. The thing, the thing that is renounced can give no pain, no pain to the ascetic. 355. Howsoever a thing may appear, to behold its true nature is wisdom. 365. Nothing has an ascetic renounced if he has not renounced desire. 377. Unless Fate wills otherwise, even those who have amassed wealth can derive no pleasure. Part II: Wealth 388. A just king who guards his people well shall be deemed a god. 391. Learn well the lessons of ethics and live according to its precepts. 403. Even fools are great if they be silent in the assembly of the wise. 418. Ears that can hear are deaf indeed if they have not listened to words of wisdom. 423. Whatsoever be said about a thing, to grasp its true meaning is wisdom. 439. Never praise yourself nor nurse a fruitless deed. 448. A king is defenceless, if there be none to rebuke him, and is ruined even if there be no foe. 455. Purity of mind and deed can last only in the company of the pure. 466. Doing that which ought not to be done brings ruin; not doing that which ought to be done also does. 471. Act only after measuring the relative strengths of the deed, self, foes and friends. 483. No deed is difficult if the act is well-timed. 495. Within the lake, a triumphant crocodile; beyond the lake, a vanquished reptile. 505. The touchstone of the great and the small is their own deeds. 517. Knowing that this through that by him can be done, entrust him with that task. 521. Though out of touch, only relations remember and nurse the ties of kinship. 531. Worse than exceeding ire is weariness borne of extreme delight. 546. It is not the spear that brings victory to the king, but a righteous scepter. 559. Should a king stray from righteousness, clouds may stray too and fail to rain. 562. The king who wishes long to reign, in striking seems severe and yet softly strikes. 573. Of what use a song that lacks harmony? Of what use an eye that lacks understanding? 582. It’s a king’s duty to know all that befalls each and everyone. 596. Ever think of noble thoughts, because base thoughts come unsolicited. 601. The lamp of home glows less and less when the moss of indolence grows more and more. 616. Efforts bear fruits divine; from effortlessness springs decay. 621. Just laugh when misfortune comes, for there is no better remedy. 634. Wisdom in counselling the king on the right course of action is statesmanship. 645. Choose well your words such that your argument knows no refutation. 654. Unswayed by adversity, the deeds of the seer are never base. 664. It is easy for all to say, but difficult to do what is said. 679. Better to make peace with foes than to pamper allies. 682. A messenger’s three essentials are love, intelligence and rhetoric skill. 691. As one keeps warm by the fireside — neither too close nor too far — so remain in the king’s assembly. 706. As a marble reflects that which is before, so the face reflects the emotions of the heart. 714. In the assembly of the wise, be wise; in that of the ignorant, be as blank as the skies. 724. Share with scholars the things that you know, and learn from them if they happen to know more. 738. A kingdom’s five ornaments are health, wealth, growth, weal and security. 750. A glorious fort is no fort if it lacks men of glorious deeds. 752. All spite the poor and honour the rich. 763. A serpent’s hiss can silence a sea of rats. 772. It is sweeter to aim at an elephant with a spear that fails than at a rabbit with an arrow that succeeds. 788. As a hand to a slipping garment, so friendship hastens to help a friend in need. 796. Even adversity has its use, for it serves as a scale to measure friendship. 802. A lasting friendship bestows privilege, and it is the duty of the wise to season it with the salt of wisdom. 819. A friend whose deeds match not his words brings grief — even in a dream. 824. Fear the hypocrite who has a smile on his face and treachery in his heart. 834. Nothing is more foolish than the life that’s steeped in wisdom’s lore and yet not governed by it. 841. Lacking wisdom is a lack indeed; the world spites not the lack of anything else. 854. The cessation of the pain of all pains called hatred yields the pleasure of all pleasures. 864. He who is ever angry and unsteady can be easily overcome by all at all times and all places. 872. Even if you antagonize him who ploughs with arrows, never antagonize him who ploughs with words. 889. Though small as a crack in a sesame seed, dissent in one’s ranks may bring about ruin. 899. The rage of a sage brings about the ruin of a king. 905. He who fears his wife will even fear to help the good. 918. In a siren’s clasp indeed are those who cannot grasp the wiles of a temptress. 922. Be a teetotaller; let others drink who wish not to be deemed wise. 931. Love not to gamble though assured of victory, for it is like the bait that hooks the golden fish. 942. No medicine is required if you eat only the food that nourishes the body. 959. A blade of grass reveals the nature of the soil; a person’s speech, his parentage. 967. Better pronounce him as dead who has to slave for foes. 975. The truly great accomplish wonderful deeds. 986. Accepting defeat, even at the hands of lesser mortals, is the touchstone of nobility. 992. Cultured ways spring from love and noble birth. 1005. Wealth is fruitless if the rich neither give nor spend. 1020. Those without modesty live even as puppets pretend to at the end of a string. 1022. Excellent deeds borne of persistent effort and intelligence advance household glory. 1033. They only live who plough the field; the rest follow as slaves for food. 1041. What is worse than poverty is poverty itself. 1052. Even begging is a pleasure, if what is sought is given without rebuke. 1062. If it has been ordained that some must beg and live, let the creator of this world beg and die. 1071. The mean-minded seem to be like humans, but in truth there’s none like them. Part III: Love 1089. What more ornaments does a maiden need besides her doe-eyed glances and modesty? 1091. Two looks spring from her dark eyes: one look, the cause of my ailment; the other, its sure remedy. 1104. Whence got she these flames that at parting burns and at meeting cools? 1114. The lily bows its head in shame knowing that it equals not the beauty of a maiden’s jewelled eyes. 1125. I will think of her only if I ever forget, but I have never for a moment forgotten the bright-eyed maiden’s virtues. 1139. No one knows my love for him, but passion reveals herself as she whirls at the door with longing glances upon the street. 1147. My growing passion is manured by town gossip and watered by my mother’s rebuke. 1158. Living in a town without relations is misery enough; still worse is a lover’s separation. 1166. My passion’s pleasure is as vast as the sea; still vaster is the pain of separation. 1176. The eye that caused love’s malady — O ’tis sweet to see it shed bitter tears. 1183. My beauty and modesty he has taken away in return for this sallow and pining self. 1196. Bitter is unrequited love that tilts the scales; sweet is mutual love well balanced. 1201. My passion is sweeter than toddy, for just a thought of him makes my heart leap with delight. 1215. Seeing him with my eyes is sweet; and so is it in my dreams. 1226. Evenings never made me sick when my wedded lord was by my side. 1232. My tear-filled eyes seem to tell the world that my parted lord is yet to return. 1248. Worried that he comes not, my foolish heart goes after him. 1253. I strive to hide my passion, but it springs unexpected like a sneeze. 1267. Will I sulk or embrace or do both when the apple of mine eye comes before mine eyes? 1278. My lover parted from me only yesterday and yet my body has sallowed as though he left a week ago. 1281. The ecstasy of thought and the delight of sight belong not to toddy, but to passion. 1295. My mind troubles me for ever: it fears that he may not come; and when he comes, it fears that he may not stay. 1301. I will not embrace him, but sulk a little and watch awhile his passionate grief. 1316. “I often remembered you,” I said. But she sulked: “So you often forgot me?” 1329. Let my jewelled love sulk on; and as I plead with her, let the dark night lengthen. Seven Songs From Andal's Thiruppavai
1. In December, on the sacred full moon day,
2. Hear of noble deeds for fast assigned,
3. If we of him sing, who the world with his feet
4. Forsake us not but plunge into the sea,
5. If we of him the mysterious One,
6. The risen birds have twittered. Hearest not
7. Hearest thou not the twittering of birds? Kavimani Desika Vinayagam Pillai’s Temple Worship Part I
I saw the temple’s every spot,
And I beheld the temple tank,
I saw the temple sculptures lined,
I beheld gems and I beheld gold,
I saw the censer swing out incense,
Lord Shiva’s idol in Tillai lies, Part II
You may behold the things sublime,
He is in the heart and soul, dear, Two Poems Of Subramanya Bharati 1. Hymn To Mother Divine
A piece of land,
And place, beside yon well
And the cuckoo’s mellow sound
And these sweet songs to share
And in that deep woody plain, 2. The Lady To Her Maid
Whence springs this sound-so-sweet, my maid!
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Wherever you see,
With thoughts to feel and measure A Poem Of Namakkal Kavignar Ramalingam Pillai
Sans sword sans gore a battle is about to be.
No stealth, no tryst, no bomb to take one's life away;
Nor a horse, nor a tusker, nor any desire to slay.
Nor thirst for revenge, nor ire, nor a single curse;
Never seen and never heard a fight like this before.
Sage Gandhi's wisdom chose and showed us the righteous way. S.D.S. Yogi’s Before Moonrise
Not even a tender moon in sight — Radha, Radha
The town’s bustle has died down — Radha, Radha
Is it Kannan that you seek? — Radha, Radha
A lightning creeper thou art — Radha, Radha
Bathed in milk-moon’s nectar beams — Radha, Radha
In the blue-dark expanse — Radha, Radha
Thou art a flower of light — Radha, Radha
His body is that of darkness — Radha, Radha
Can a shadow in shadow be found? — Radha, Radha
Wait for day’s early hour — Radha, Radha Three Poems Of M.L. Thangappa 1. My Job
For gathering the grain in the field,
Slowly I come and sit at the threshold,
Within a house across the street, 2. What Paari’s Wife Said
Just a jasmine creeper; 3. My Song
Should my song be sung into the ears
Should my song be sung beside
Should my song be sung into the ears
Should my song be sung into the ears
Should my song be sung amidst
I surely would the people persuade Nirmal Selvamony’s Shadow
“Hail the foot of Him who is Scene I (a)
Asan: Who be it? Kalan? Or his shadow? Scene I (b)
Narrator: A union meeting took place in Kalan’s college. Scene II (a)
Narrator: The people thought that a boy of their village would return with a degree in Engineering. The results arrived. But on the contrary, Kalan failed. The village was shaken by the news. Scene II (b)
Woman1: Oh, they say Kalan has failed. Is it true? Scene II (c)
Landlord: Eh cashier, do you know the story of Kalan’s failure? Scene II (d)
Daughter: Mummy, mummy, get me a new pen. Scene II (e)
Little boy: A little chick on the roof top, Kiyam kiyam; Brother Kalan has failed and gone, Kiyam kiyam. Little girl: A little sparrow in the cage, Kuiyam kuiyam; Brother Kalan has failed and gone, Oiyam oiyam. Scene II (f)
A threnody is heard while Kalan lies reclined.
Mother: A golden cycle it is, my boy! A cycle which goes to college. It takes thee there, and I thought You were a-studying. Your studies over And degree flown, I lamented aloud! O my boy, whom I begot when young, Did I cradle and fondle And give milk to thee For thee to fail? O thou, whom I begot in penance, They would say we art Descendants of the Sun! They would say we art From the warriors line! They would say we bear The shape of the lovely moon! And they would say meek we art! If one stands in the village road With eyelashes darkened, They would fondly embrace And kiss the honey’d lips! — What will they in college give? Scene III
Narrator: Kalan has returned home. The storm that rages in the village also rages at home. On the mountain the cloud’s shadow, On the hill that of the sparrow; On the field the shadow of the train, And that of the ship in the main! These shadows, mother, let them be mine; Them shall I adore and hold as divine. The shadow no falsehood knows, Nor on stage its greatness proclaims. ’Tis that which accepts no bribe! No poison hath a snake’s shadow, The tiger’s shadow hath no hunger. Why, even if a priest the village loots, His shadow would likewise do never. Even if the temple the village loots, Its shadow would likewise do never. Even if the officer’s lap with bribe be weighed, His shadow would free remain for ever! Caste is for a man of religion, But not for his shadow! Mother, how can I its greatness … FINIS Five Poems Of Bharathiputhiran 1. The Forms Of Tears
A tear
A tear
A tear
A tear 2. Epigram
Computers, they say, can songs indite! 3. The Gardener Daughter! Were you playing in that mansion’s garden? There do not go! Did you go thinking ‘My father digs the soil, sows the seeds, waters the plants and tends the flowers’? Go not there, my child! Should the light of those bright flowers sparkle in your eyes, a longing may lure your fingers to touch them. Then … the mistress of the mansion will rush out and beat you, saying, “How dare you pluck a flower for your unkempt hair?” — Never go there, darling! 4. Bonsai When I was in the seed, dreams within me had grown. Being bathed in light ... A gentle shower from the clouds ... Tickled by the waters at the root ... The moon’s nectarine utterance ... These were my dreams. I am dying of thirst! Consumed by hunger! Who is that who digs the soil? Stop it! That is my womb! Who dares to scissor my roots? Stop, man, stop! Those are my feet. Oh! Slice not my stomach! The breeze will love … Birds will sing songs of gratitude, having eaten the fruits … Monkeys will swing on the hanging roots … Ah, mother, who feeds me on your lap! Look at my twisted feet. Look at my tragic state, standing bare without those leaves that glisten in the sun. Is this little pot my world? And this roof my sky? My fruits are small as mustards, my flowers as worse as mosquitoes. Look at my wounds! Look at my shame! My stunted growth may appear a thing of beauty in your deadly eyes. But one thing is sure: I am no plaything of yours. Step aside! My glory is to be rooted in the heart of the earth and to spread my branches across the skies. My glory is the glory of a thousand flowers and a thousand fruits. Step aside! The birds are famished. 5. A Dialogue With The Emperor “Citizen! Listen to this, if your heart has ears. She who is buried on the banks of the Yamuna was not only a king’s wife but also a woman.” — “Emperor! Listen, if yours is a conscientious heart. If you were not the monarch of the Mughal empire to which even waves pay obeisance … if you were merely a famished citizen in this vast realm ... what could you have done for Mumtaj?” — “Only Love shaped the monument.” — “But it was Authority that accomplished it.” — “Is not my Love immortalised in marble?” — “It was our sweat that immortalised it.” — “But does this not yield eternal beauty and bliss?” — “Even the brightness of silk is obtained at the cost of lives.” — “Flowers are for decoration.” — “Yes, perhaps, but the skull is not a vase.” — “She who died now lives in this.” — “But those who lived were killed for this.” — “Fed with the milk of the moon, lulled by the waves, Mumtaj lies at ease in the cradle of the grave.” — “But where can we bury those whom you whipped — whose thumbs you chopped off?” — “This is a poem of my dream.” — “This is but our lamentation.” — V. Mariappan’s The Candle And The Cigarette
Cigarette: Your saintliness has bowed me into silence. I, who convert lungs into chimneys, have come seeking your forgiveness. APPENDIX: TWO POEMS OF NIRMALDASAN 1. The Birth Of Mozhi
The sacred dwells within the seeds of time
I sing of Tanmai, maiden beautiful,
While nature’s sounds made music such as jazz,
Unarvu and Arivu and Ullam
My song is ended, no tale have I told; NOTE: Composed between 25 and 28 October 2004, this poem owes its form to Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene and content to Dr. Nirmal Selvamony’s writings, especially ‘Moli: The Personaic Nature Of Language’ and Tamilkkatchi Neriyiyal. The Tamil term for language is Mozhi, which comes into being thanks to Tanmai (speaker/first person), Munnilai (listener/second person) and Patarkkai (remote listener/third person). The English equivalents of Unarvu, Arivu and Ullam are feeling, reason and will respectively. The concluding line of the poem refers to the threefold division of classical Tamil (Muthamizh) — iyal (literature), isai (music) and natakam (drama). 2. Ennum Ezhuthum; Or, The Importance Of Literacy
In Konrai Venthan crafted fine
When up you wake or go to bed
July hot or cold December
En are numbers one two three
Ezhuthu are letters spread
Kan are your two little eyes
Thagum is that neat equation
In Konrai Venthan crafted fine Nirmaldasan’s Poetry
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Online Nirmaldasan is the pen name of N.Watson Solomon, an independent Communication Consultant. His long association with Dr. Nirmal Selvamony resulted in the tinai series 1-3 (2001-04), in which some of his best poems are published. He is a co-author of Understanding News Media (2006) with Dr. I. Arul Aram and a contributor to Plain Language In Plain English (2010), edited by Cheryl Stephens.
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