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First of seven notes,
Like a river of truth,
Melody and affection.
Then the notes of scorn, ridicule and anger.
All flowed into the morning prayers.
The poet said: "Awake and arise from the dead."
The man who sang songs of love,
Does he need a divine play?
Is there no life-
In the pomegranate and the Arali flower?
The songs of life were also hidden,
In the cassava and the jasmine flower.
In the Konna flower and the Ambal flower,
The shadows of the flute music,
Hidden are the secrets of life.
In the night's flower and the pala flower,
Finality of letting any fate,
Not bloomed during flowering time,
Not the flowers that competed.
Didn't the cuckoo in the courtyard
Suddenly turn into a cruel crow.
Songs started in sad notes,
Befall in roaring notes.
The poetry in Koorayanieeyam
Kunatham Vizhungi and Thiruda verse.
The poet swung his sword,
Left and right in the air of anguish.
But in the severe drought,
Poet turned gentle.
The verses in the winter season,
Turned into bursts of laughter.
The laughter of the snowballs
Turned into bursts of laughter.
Turned into tears-
By the scorching sun.
Not idle and not lamenting.
In the detachment from pain,
But melted in the sun's heat.
Not bloomed during flowering time,
Not the flowers that competed.
Not bloomed during flowering time,
Not the flowers that competed.
But born to be Kumarapilla.
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