Since the men of the opponent country have not
Praised the name of the Chola king, Sembiyan,
The young infants
With shrinking lines in their red legs,
Who were delivered under the shadow
Of the leaves of shrubs,
By the women of opponent's country men
who ran out hither and thither,
Were sleeping with the lullaby by the loud
and fierceful voice of the owl in the midnight!
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I would like to translate this poem
Were sleeping with the lullaby by the loud and fierceful voice of the owl in the midnight! very fine translation dear poet. i studied in Trichy St. josephs long away. a litte bit of tamil i know...... thank you dear poet Kanniappan doctor. tony