Aganaanooru 134 – Hasten not the horses

In this episode, we listen to the thoughtful words of a man, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 134, penned by Seethalai Saaththanaar. The verse is situated on the radiant red earth of the ‘Mullai’ or ‘Forest Landscape’ and paints a picturesque portrait of this lush land in the rains. வானம் வாய்ப்பக் கவினி கானம்கமஞ் சூல் மா மழை கார் பயந்து இறுத்தென,மணி மருள் பூவை அணி மலர் இடைஇடை,செம் புற மூதாய் பரத்தலின், நன் பலமுல்லை வீ கழல் தாஅய், வல்லோன்செய்கை அன்ன செந் நிலப் புறவின்;வாஅப் பாணி வயங்கு தொழிற் கலிமாத்தாஅத் தாள் இணை மெல்ல ஒதுங்க,இடி மறந்து, ஏமதி வலவ! குவிமுகைவாழை வான் பூ ஊழுறுபு உதிர்ந்தஒழிகுலை அன்ன திரிமருப்பு ஏற்றொடுகணைக் கால் அம் பிணைக் காமர் புணர் நிலைகடுமான் தேர் ஒலி கேட்பின்,நடுநாட் கூட்டம் ஆகலும் உண்டே. A delightful trip into the forests, in these words of the man to his charioteer, on his return home, after completing a mission: “As the skies had rendered their grace, the forest has turned picturesque. As huge and pregnant clouds have brought in the rainy season and stayed behind, amidst the exquisite, sapphire-like ironwood flowers, the crimson-backed red velvet bugs crawl around, and many, fine flowers of the wild jasmine loosen from their stalks and fall down, upon this red-earthed forest, akin to an expert’s painting. So that the leaping feet of these speeding, proud horses move softly, do not goad them, O charioteer! For if the male deer with twisted antlers, in the shape of the empty fruit cluster of a banana tree, whose closed buds of white flowers have reached ripeness and fallen down, and the thick-legged beautiful female deer hear the sound of our chariot, with speeding horses, their desirable state of union in the middle of the night would be disturbed!” Let’s trot along with the man through the rain-washed roads and learn more! The man starts by focusing on how the rains have poured, and as we know, when rains pour, the earth smiles, and brings great beauty to the face of the land. The rainy season had stepped in, reeled in by the clouds, and because of their handiwork, dark-blue ironwood flowers were blooming, and in between the dark blue blooms, red velvet bugs were frolicking about, making the wild jasmine flowers fall down. The whole scene before him seems like the artwork of an expert painter, says the man. This makes me yearn to see the paintings of that era, which would have surely been a much-earlier artistic predecessor of the famous 19th century landscape paintings. Returning, we find the man now turning to his charioteer and asking him specifically not to goad the horses to make them fly fast, instead to ensure they run softly. This is a curious request indeed! In song after song, we have only seen the man ask his charioteer to hasten the horses, fly like the wind, so that he can embrace his lady. What could be the reason for this man’s change of stance? He reveals that to us by concluding if the charioteer were to rush fast, the sound of the speeding chariot might disturb the joyful union of a male deer and its mate at midnight. In an interesting coincidence, that very male deer and its mate that the lady in the previous verse predicted her man would see and return back to her, leap into this verse in one of those rare continuums in this anthology. The man’s wish to not disturb the deer echoes the immense love brimming over in his heart to be united with his beloved, wanting not to bring that pain to any other life. What a caring and considerate human he is! Such thoughtfulness is indeed the need of the hour and this ancient ancestor truly inspires us to welcome not just other humans but all other forms of life in our loving circle of care!