Song 95

When I go to Mahari I like the riverside very much. When I go there for my evening walks, inspiration will come to write poems. But these days as some kind of drought comes within me, I cannot write any poem. As I was thinking about it, I wrote this song.  Emotion plays a crucial role in writing poems.  I never thought that emotion is wrong and I have registered my view in several places.  No living being can live without emotion.  How one expresses it might vary but no one can live without experiencing and expressing it in a different form.  As I often said, when we say that those remain calm not reacting quickly as ‘non-emotional’.  But that person expresses her emotion by remaining calmly not reacting immediately but registering her response in a different way, which is another form of emotion. 

As usual I cannot find proper words in English for the words that I used for ‘emotion’, ‘sense’ [Unarvu and unarchi].  Literary translation won’t help much.

95. A draught

As the emotion become frozen

The sense also became dark

As the sense become dark

There came a draught in imagination

As draught came in imagination

The words also get lost

As the words get lost

The thought became stagnant

As the thought become stagnant

The words become dry

As the words become dry

Inspiration also failed me

As inspiration failed me

I am unable to write any poem

10-10-1998. Mahari, Rewa, M. P.

95. ஓர்வறட்சி

உணர்ச்சிகள்உறைந்துபோனதால்

உணர்வுகள்இருண்டுபோனதே

உணர்வுகள்இருண்டுபோனதால்

கற்பனைவறண்டுபோனதே

கற்பனைவறண்டுபோனதால்

சொற்களும்தொலைந்துபோனதே

சொற்களும்தொலைந்துபோனதால்

எண்ணங்கள்தேங்கிப்போனதே

எண்ணங்கள்தேங்கிப்போனதால்

எழுத்துக்கள்உலர்ந்துபோனதே

எழுத்துக்கள்உலர்ந்துபோனதால்

என்னுள்வறட்சிவந்ததே

என்னுள்வறட்சிவந்ததால்

ஏதுமேஎழுதஇயலவில்லை.

10-10-1998. மஹரி (ரீவா. ம.பி.)