Poet Thiruvalluvar
I how to thee! Oh Master of song sublime,
Who foremost in Creation’s dawn did sing
Those songs, that in a changing world still ring
With wisdom rich and rare! The tide of Time
Bears not a richer waftage, then thy rhyme
Which fills, pervades man’s life, encompassing
Its wide extent like Vishnu’s feet, bearing
Still the unsullied freshness of Earth’s prime.
Thy Kurals with the Upanishads stand!
The primal glories of our ancient Land
Pyramids of man’s intelligence,
And monuments of his high moral sense!
Relics, should the petty race of man expire,
Of what did once his noblest acts inspire!
-T. B. KRISHNASWAMY (MUDALIAR).
(KURALNERI - 01.06.1966)
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