Tirukkurralak Kuravanci 44
English (machine translation) 44
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44.1
Master of learned Tamil, praising the golden feet of the Lord of Tirikūṭa, / an ocean of wealth, our lord Kuṟṟālam Civarāma Nampi, / the mighty Maṇiyapaṭṭaṉ, the ever-glorious Caṅkumuttu Nampi, / [and] the victorious Kuṟṟālanampi—in all their woodlands, sir, flocks of kingfishers swarm!
44.2
In the prosperous new tank of Piccaippiḷḷai's sacred service, / in the endowment of Caṅkumuttu of the sacred garland, lord of Kaṅkēyam, / and in the new tank of king Vaittiyanāthan of Teṉkuṭicai, / abundant wild birds, white swans, and ducks are feeding, sir!
44.3
Under the accounts of charity, the treasury, and the pious devotees' accounts, / under the fine order of the pavilions at heavenly Lord Kuṟṟālar's sacred gateway, / under the King Vaittiyanāthaṉ of Kuṭicai encircled by the four worlds, / and under the administrative accounts of Civarāmaṉ who held dear his prestige,
44.4
and in all the forest groves overseen by the son of Vēdanārāyaṇa Vēḷ, / the ruler of vigorous Toṇṭai country, the prosperous king Muttu— / lovingly did I set snares and tie a vow to catch birds! / But what bird is this, chasing and biting me? Alas!
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Ciṅkaṉ Remembering Ciṅki
Viruttam
Rebuking Nūvaṉ, who had come / bewildered by lust in Tirikūṭa of the Guardian Lord, / Ciṅkaṉ surveyed the hunting forest, / where, stirred by passion's hunt / and eager desire, he saw a male swan / go and mate with a female swan; / and he was seized by infatuation for Ciṅki.
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Ciṅkaṉ's Lament Remembering Ciṅki
Rāga: Āhiri; Tāla: Cāppu
O dove cooing with one of eight calls, why do you not / summon my solitary Ciṅki, O sporting bird? / O peacock displaying the form of her whose locks are laden with honey, / why do you not show the gait of her great blossom-feet? What perversity is this? / O cakora bird showing her ample breasts shaped like equal pots, / it would be a favor if you showed them cool and warm for a moment! / O water-lily of fine Nannakar, like eyes, like solid treasure, / wherever my eyes see, she alone appears, O wretched me!
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Ciṅkaṉ Speaking of the Hunt
Koccakakkalippā
Having set the snare in Ceṭṭipaṟṟu, because of the grace of Ciṅki's gait, / I sat gazing at the female swan's walk in the Peṭṭaikkuḷam tank; / for fine Nannakar's sake, all my snares were pecked through / and all the birds flew away, shouting in triumph, sir!
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Rāga: Mukhārī; Tāla: Cāppu
Pallavi
They have fled, sir! The birds have fled, sir!
Anupallavi
They have fled, sir! Just like the day Lord Kuṟṟālar / destroyed the wicked Dakṣa's sacrifice, / struck in the mouth, thunderstruck, and kicked, / the gods and the asuras fled! (They have fled)
Caraṇams