POEM FROM TAMIL LITERATURE - REGAL COUNSEL TO A MONARCH

ABOUT THE POEM: The poem REGAL COUNSEL TO A MONARCH is a translated version of a poem from Tamil Literature. The poem is addressed to a king which paints a vivid picture of his dominion — a stronghold nestled within expansive forests where majestic wild elephants roam freely akin to grazing cattle amid boulders that bear semblance to buffalo shapes. The speaker recognizing the ruler's esteemed position, imparts a heartfelt counsel. The essence lies in advising the king to be discerning in his associations, cautioning against forging alliances with those devoid of love and compassion condemned to perpetual damnation. The crux of the guidance urges the monarch to prioritize the protection of his country and country men drawing a poignant parallel to a mother safeguarding her child. The plea resonates with a call for a nurturing and vigilant stance, emphasizing the significance of guarding the realm with maternal devotion. The poem underscores the uniqueness and difficulty of the king's role, acknowledging the challenges inherent in his elevated position. The language of the poem is rich with imagery portraying nature's beauty and the responsibilities that come with power. The ruler is urged to approach his duties with the tenderness of a mother, an allegory that encapsulates the delicate balance required to govern with compassion and strength. Overall, the poem weaves together themes of leadership, responsibility and the symbiotic relationship between a ruler and the land he governs. REGAL COUNSEL TO A MONARCH In thy domain, O sovereign grand, A fortress amidst the woods so grand, Where elephants roam, a graceful prance, Like cattle grazing, in wild expanse. Amid boulders black, and shapes of buffalo, Nature's tapestry in a vibrant flow. As ruler true, I humbly convey, A counsel wise, heed, if I may, Seek not the kinship of hearts so cold, Loveless souls in perdition's hold. Guard thy realm as a mother's embrace, A shield for thine, in boundless grace. For in thy station, rare and high, Attained with toil, beneath the sky, Cherish the land, thy sacred duty, Nurture it with love and beauty. A kingdom's care, a monarch's craft, A mother's love in a ruler's heart.