Aganaanooru 139 – Rains are here and he isn’t

In this episode, we observe the anxiety soaring in a lady, as portrayed in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 139, penned by Idaikkaadanaar. Set in the ‘Paalai’ or ‘Drylands landscape’, the verse etches the picturesque changes in the land after the rains. துஞ்சுவது போல இருளி, விண் பகஇமைப்பது போல மின்னி, உறைக்கொண்டுஏறுவது போலப் பாடு சிறந்து உரைஇ,நிலம் நெஞ்சு உட்க ஓவாது சிலைத்து ஆங்கு,ஆர் தளி பொழிந்த வார் பெயற் கடை நாள்;ஈன்று நாள் உலந்த வாலா வெண் மழைவான் தோய் உயர் வரை ஆடும் வைகறை,புதல் ஒளி சிறந்த காண்பு இன் காலை,தண் நறும் படுநீர் மாந்தி, பதவு அருந்துவெண் புறக்கு உடைய திரிமருப்பு இரலை;வார் மணல் ஒரு சிறைப் பிடவு அவிழ் கொழு நிழல்,காமர் துணையொடு ஏமுற வதிய;அரக்கு நிற உருவின் ஈயல் மூதாய்பரப்பியவைபோற் பாஅய், பல உடன்நீர் வார் மருங்கின் ஈரணி திகழ;இன்னும் வாரார் ஆயின் நன்னுதல்!யாதுகொல் மற்றுஅவர் நிலையே? காதலர்கருவிக் கார்இடி இரீஇயபருவம் அன்று, அவர், ‘வருதும்’ என்றதுவே. Only the heart of this verse is situated in the drylands and the whole tends more in the direction of rainy forest landscapes, in these words said by the lady to the confidante, when the man who went in search of wealth, remains parted away: “Darkening as if closing the eyes to sleep, flashing and splitting the sky as if blinking open, clouds that climb up with water resound aloud, echoing above, startling the heart of the land beneath, endlessly thundering, and then fall as a heavy downpour in those last days of the rainy season. After giving birth, these dried-up, half-white clouds surround the sky-high, tall mountains at dawn. At this beautiful hour, when light spreads around the bushes of the forest, after drinking the cool and fragrant water, the male deer with twisted antlers and a white underside eats wild grass, and then rests along with its loving mate on one side of the spreading sands, under the thick shade of the blooming wild jasmine tree. Near them, in the hue of lac, red velvet mites crawl around, as if scattered by hand, in hordes, adorning that moist earth with much beauty. Even at this time, he returns not, O maiden with a fine forehead! What could be his state now? Didn’t he promise that he would return before the arrival of that season, when rain clouds would resound with light and thunder!” Time to glimpse the sights on a rainy morning! The lady starts by talking about the world outside, bringing in relatable similes to talk about the rains. The darkening of clouds becomes the closing of eyes to sleep and the flashing of lightning is the blinking of eyes, over and over again. Then, in a striking imagery, which brought a smile, the lady talks about how the heart of land beneath trembles at the repeated sound of the resounding thunder. I imagined the land beneath as a person clutching their heart, every time thunder roared aloud! Returning, the lady says all that’s done, the clouds have poured and retired, their job of giving birth to the rains complete, and they have taken to swirling lethargically around those lofty peaks. As dawn spreads the next day, and the gentle light brightens the bushes, a male deer contently feeds on cool and plentiful water, and munches on wild grass, and takes to resting with its lovely mate in the shade of the blooming jasmine trees, even as red velvet mites run around and have the time of their life on those moist expanses.  The lady has recounted this beautiful scene not as an expression of pleasure, but in contrast to talk about how the man had promised he would be back before this rainy season and yet he hadn’t returned. She concludes by expressing her worry to her friend about his state just then! The lady is just following all the advice a modern psychologist would give a person handling something outside their control – Being acutely mindful of the world outside, being present with the pain inside and expressing all this to a trusted person! Just like how this would help many of us in our own modern troubles, hope the lady too found respite and regained the strength to trust and wait with the patience that the land does, as it waits for the rains after a long summer!