Wind - Part 8
Rainy Season. Evening time. Cold breeze comes in. The sick covers his body (from the cold). To no avail. With the fear of Wind, cannot live happily, in the Earth. When the breath is Wind, how could one live in fear of it? Let the Wind blow on us. Let it protect from us from diseases. The Air from the Mountain is good. The Air from the Sea is medicine. The Air from the Sky is fine. The Air in the cities is made as enemy by humans. They do not worship the Lord of Wind directly. So the Lord of Wind becomes angry and destroys them. Let us worship the Wind Lord. In his path there should not be, stagnation of the muddled water; presence of odor; rotten food thrown away; layers of dust settled; or any kind of impurity. He, The Wind, is coming. In the path he comes by, let us keep it clean by wiping it and sprinkling good water. In the path he flows by, let us create groves and floral gardens. In the path he flows by, let us burn camphor and other fragrant incense sticks. Let him come as medicine. Let him come as our lives; As elixir. We worship Wind. He is the son of Shakti. Descendant of Queen. We welcome him. Let him live.
Note: This is the Part 8 of Bharathi’s Prose-Poetry titled “Kaatru”. Interested in the Series? Check here to read the previous parts! To read the original version in தமிழ் or in Transliterated version? Click here! And here’s a feast to the fans of Bharathi (with translation)