Aganaanooru 132 – The dream of a bee

In this episode, we relish scenes of nature’s plenty, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 132, penned by Thayankannanaar. The verse is situated amidst the bee-buzzing blooms of the ‘Kurinji’ or ‘Mountain landscape’ and puts forth a persuasive plea. ஏனலும் இறங்கு குரல் இறுத்தன; நோய் மலிந்து,ஆய்கவின் தொலைந்த, இவள் நுதலும் நோக்கிஏதில மொழியும், இவ் ஊரும்; ஆகலின்,களிற்று முகம் திறந்த கவுளுடைப் பகழி,வால் நிணப் புகவின் கானவர் தங்கைஅம் பணை மென் தோள் ஆய் இதழ் மழைக் கண்ஒல்கு இயற் கொடிச்சியை நல்கினைஆயின்,கொண்டனை சென்மோ நுண் பூண் மார்ப!துளிதலைத் தலைஇய சாரல் நளி சுனைக்கூம்பு முகை அவிழ்த்த குறுஞ் சிறைப் பறவைவேங்கை விரி இணர் ஊதி, காந்தள்தேனுடைக் குவிகுலைத் துஞ்சி, யானைஇருங் கவுட் கடாஅம் கனவும்,பெருங் கல் வேலி, நும் உறைவு இன் ஊர்க்கே. In this trip to the mountains, there’s plenty to feast our senses on, as we listen to the confidante say these words to the man, after she brings over the lady for a tryst with him: “In the millet fields, the bent crops have been harvested; As her affliction soars, her forehead has lost its old beauty; Seeing that, this town too speaks strange words; And so, please take away this sister of hunters, who feed on white meat, and possess arrows that can pierce the cheek of a male elephant; this mountain maiden, who has beautiful, bamboo-like arms, and exquisite petals of rain-like eyes, a swaying gait, and leave to that sweet town you reside in, surrounded by the fence of great hills, where because the skies have showered their raindrops, springs are brimming over with water, and here a small-winged bee, after opening a closed bud, buzzes around the pollen of the blooming golden shower flowers, and then sleeps in the honey-filled, bunched clusters of the flame-lily, and dreams about tasting the musth flowing down the dark cheeks of an elephant!” Time to swim in the springs and take a trek through these hills! The confidante starts by giving the news of the region, talking about how the harvest season is done with, implying that the lady will not be coming anymore for guarding the millet fields and chasing away parrots. Next, because of the interruptions in her tryst with the man, the lady’s forehead seems to be shedding its old beauty, the confidante mentions. She then relates owing to that, the village is abuzz with gossip about the lady. Then, she turns to describe her friend, the lady, as a sister of hunters, who like to feed on white fatty meat and who have such sharp arrows that these can pierce the thick cheeks of elephants. From her relatives, the confidante turns to shower praise on the lady and describes her as one have beautiful arms and eyes and an adorable manner of walking. It’s now she comes to the point and asks the man to take the lady and leave to his own town amidst the hills, and ends with a description of that place, lushly filled with overflowing springs and blooming flowers, where a bee takes up the task of opening buds, then moves on to the golden shower flowers, that are spreading out their petals, another indication that the harvest season is over and the marriage season was here, and that busy bee then finds its way to the bed of flame-lily clusters, and here, it lies and dreams of savouring the musth liquid, pouring from the cheek of a male elephant in rut! The confidante is simply presenting her case of ‘Marry her, marry her’ to make the man move away from temporary trysting with the lady and turn to pursuing a permanent union. In that scene of the bee that hops from flower to flower and dreams of other delights, the confidante conceals a metaphor and a criticism for the man’s focus on pursuing pleasures with the lady, instead of finding lasting joy. Here, the confidante could be pressing the man to go for elopement, when she’s talking about taking the lady away or the formal route of seeking the lady’s hand from her kith and kin. The formidable and fierce nature of the lady’s family is depicted in that description of sharp arrows. Thus, we find in a simple song on relationships, intricate details of the natural delights that excite not only the bee, but also us, and make us dream about tasting the beauty of that pristine past!