A tiny tract of land, I want, Parasakthi,
a tiny tract I want. There,
with pillars exquisite, and the color
of the rooms pristine, amidst
that tiny plot, let a palace
be built. There, close to the well,
with slender branches,
and tender coconut juice,
a dozen or so coconut trees,
I want nearby. Like
the glittering pearl, let
the moon lit the place.
Let the song of larks
ring on my ears.
Let the gentle breeze
enchant my mind.
For our songs to blend,
a virtuous girl be there.
In our joint intoxication, bestow
on us, poetry. In that
dense wilderness, Amma,
your protection I adjure.
I must protect this world,
With my poesy.
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