Monday, July 13, 2015

An Amazing Poem By Ulaga Nayagan


Thamaya oh thamaya,
yen thagappanin sayal nee,
achagamthan ondru inge,
arthanggal vevveru..

Thamakkai oh thamakkai,
thozhi tholainthe ponaye,
thunaithedi ponaye..

Manavi oh kathali,
Nee thaanda padiyellam 
Naanthanda kumainthiduvai,
Saathirathil sutchamanggal puriyumvarai.

Magane oh magane,
en vinthitte vithaye, 
sediye, marame, kaade, 
marupirappe maranasoukaryame,

Magale yen magale,
yennai pirinthum 
inbam kaanbaya,
kathalithe kanavanukkul 
ennai theduvaya...

Nanba oh nanba,
nee seitha natpellam,
nan seitha anbin palan,
ivvidamum avvithame...

Pagaiva oh pagaiva,
un aadaiyenum aganthaiyudan 
yen amanatthai keli seivai,
Nee udithinirkum aadaigale 
un amanatthin vilambaranggal,
Mathemendrum kulamendrum 
nee vaitthe thuni kadaigal 
nirmoolam aagividum...
Nirvaaname tanggum...

Vaasaga oh vasaga,
sagavaala sagavaasi, 
punnagai sei,
puruvam uyartthu,
Pithatral ena thondrin 
pizhayum thiruttu.

enathu kavi 
Naalai un variyil 
naan teriven.

English Translation:

Brother oh my brother,
you look like our father.
We are from same root,
but our life 
gives us different meanings.

Sister oh my sister, my friend.
You walked away from me 
searching your love…
simple means that girls 
will separate from her own family
once she get married.

Wife oh my lover,
you guide me,
motivate me,
help me and
be a backbone for me
to achieve goals in life
which even you 
don’t do it for yourself.

Son oh my son,
you are my soul, life.
May you have blessed life.

Daughter oh my daughter,
will you be happy 
after marriage
or will you search me 
in your loving husband?

Friend oh my friend,
your frienship is the results of my love

Enemy oh my enemy,
you laughing at me 
because im naked [being human].
Your dress just covering your nudity.
Your religion and caste dresses 
will gone one day,
the nudity [humanism] 
only will last forever

Reader oh my reader [all humans],
read everything and 
understand everything.
Smile if you understand,
question if you not, and
correct it if you feel it’s wrong

My poem is yours,
I will be live long in your poems

--- Ulaga Nayagan Kamal Hassan ---

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