POEM FROM TAMIL LITERATURE - REGAL REVERIE: ODE TO A NOBLE RULER

ABOUT THE POEM: The poem titled REGAL REVERIE: ODE TO A NOBLE RULER is a translated version of a poem from Tamil Literature. The poem extols the virtues and qualities of a noble ruler addressing the immeasurable aspects of his intelligence, compassion and generosity. It uses vivid metaphors to convey the vastness of these virtues compared to measurable entities like the depth of oceans or the expanse of the earth's atmosphere. The ruler's realm is depicted as a haven where people find warmth under the symbolic fire of the sun and cooking stoves and where the only bow is the delicate beauty of rainbows and the only weapon is the peaceful plough. The verses celebrate the ruler's conquests emphasizing that though he has taken lands from powerful foes his own territory remains untouched. The fort stands impenetrable to arrows and the ruler's sceptre symbolizes righteousness. The poem acknowledges the challenges faced by the ruler with references to ill omens but asserts that his land remains the safest refuge for the people despite such apprehensions. The concluding stanzas express the global admiration and concern for the ruler's well-being. The ruler is portrayed as a figure of universal respect and the world holds its breath, fearing for his safety. The poem is a tribute to a wise and benevolent leader whose reign is characterized by stability, justice and an enduring sense of security for his people. REGAL REVERIE: ODE TO A NOBLE RULER In the vast expanse of oceans deep, And beneath the wide earth's sprawling sweep, Through the boundless atmosphere's embrace, Measurements falter, finding no trace. Yet, O sovereign, your wisdom's range, Defies all scales, a cosmic change. In intellect, compassion's sea, And generosity, boundlessly free. Beneath your reign, a sheltered fold, Where hearths are warmed and stories told. Within your realm, no flames but one, The sun's embrace and the stove's bright fun. No bow but hues in rainbows' arc, No weapon drawn, just plough's embark. Conquering foes, their soil now yours, Yet, your own land steadfastly endures. You've claimed their land, a conqueror's toil, Yet yours remains untouched soil. Save for expectant mothers, blessed and faithful, Whose morning sickness feeds plentiful. Against the arrows, your fortress stands, Sceptre of justice, in righteous hands. As omens wane and new ones bloom, Your haven safe, dispelling gloom. A ruler noble, the world stands still, In awe of your grace, a sovereign's skill. For your safety, the world holds its breath, A true monarch, defying death.