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In this episode, we listen to words of disappointment, as depicted in Sangam Literary work, Aganaanooru 212, penned by Paranar. The verse is situated amidst the rugged paths of the ‘Kurinji’ or ‘Mountain landscape’ and portrays the courage and strength of a historic personality.
தா இல் நல் பொன் தைஇய பாவை
விண் தவழ் இள வெயிற் கொண்டு நின்றன்ன,
மிகு கவின் எய்திய, தொகுகுரல் ஐம்பால்,
கிளைஅரில் நாணற் கிழங்கு மணற்கு ஈன்ற
முளை ஓரன்ன முள் எயிற்றுத் துவர் வாய்,
நயவன் தைவரும் செவ்வழி நல் யாழ்
இசை ஓர்த்தன்ன இன் தீம் கிளவி,
அணங்கு சால் அரிவையை நசைஇ, பெருங் களிற்று
இனம் படி நீரின் கலங்கிய பொழுதில்,
பெறல் அருங் குரையள் என்னாய், வைகலும்,
இன்னா அருஞ் சுரம் நீந்தி, நீயே
என்னை இன்னற் படுத்தனை; மின்னு வசிபு
உரவுக் கார் கடுப்ப மறலி மைந்துற்று,
விரவு மொழிக் கட்டூர் வேண்டுவழிக் கொளீஇ,
படை நிலா இலங்கும் கடல் மருள் தானை
மட்டு அவிழ் தெரியல் மறப் போர்க் குட்டுவன்
பொரு முரண் பெறாஅது விலங்கு சினம் சிறந்து,
செருச் செய் முன்பொடு முந்நீர் முற்றி,
ஓங்குதிரைப் பௌவம் நீங்க ஓட்டிய
நீர் மாண் எஃகம் நிறத்துச் சென்று அழுந்தக்
கூர் மதன் அழியரோ நெஞ்சே! ஆனாது
எளியள் அல்லோட் கருதி,
விளியா எவ்வம் தலைத் தந்தோயே.
It’s more of a history lesson in this trip to the highlands, as we hear the man say these words to his heart, at a time when he has been unable to tryst with the lady, despite repeated attempts:
“Appearing akin to a statue made of tender, fine gold, and adorned with the rays of the young sun, crawling in the sky with much beauty; having luxuriant, five-part braided tresses; sharp teeth, akin to white sprouts that shoot out from the twining ‘kans grass’ tubers, spreading in the ground; a red mouth; and speaking sweet and pleasant words, akin to the music of a fine ‘Chevvali’ lute, played by an expert musician, is that goddess-like maiden. Desiring her, you have made me confused, akin to water, muddled by a herd of huge elephants stepping in. Without thinking that she would be hard to attain, day after day, you make me walk harsh and formidable paths and subject me to great distress.
Rising high with immense strength, akin to lightning that flashes amidst rainclouds; establishing battle camps with soldiers, who speak a great variety of languages; wielding a navy that shines like the moon amidst the seas, the battle-worthy Kuttuvan, adorned with garlands brimming over with nectar, finding no worthy army to match him, with his fury soaring, crosses the great oceans with the resolve to battle, and seems to subdue the great ocean with roaring waves. May his esteemed spear pierce through you and destroy your strength, O heart! Because ceaselessly thinking about that maiden, who is not easily attainable, you have rendered unto me, an endless suffering!”
The man starts by vividly describing the beauty of his beloved, mentioning how she was like a golden statue, exuding the rays of the twilight sun, how she had thick tresses, sharp teeth, red mouth and how the words that came from that mouth were much like the music of a lute played by a musician. After this, the man turns to his heart and says how it has confused him because without thinking that the lady was impossible to attain, it kept nudging him to seek her, making him walk on dangerous paths. Then, he goes on to talk about a Chera King named ‘Kuttuvan’ and how this king rose furiously like lightning in the sky and waged war against enemies beyond the seas, with an army of people who speak different languages, and it appeared as if he was subduing the roaring sea itself. This cryptic statement actually points to the routing of pirates by this Chera King and securing the seas for the trade of the ancient Tamils. After that nugget about the king, the man turns to his heart and concludes by saying, because it has been badgering him so, his heart deserved to be pierced with the spear of that great King Kuttuvan!
Curious how the man is talking as if his heart was another person, and as if piercing it will do nothing to him! Perhaps he could imply the pain he feels at not meeting his beloved was so sharp that no spear could match its power. Yet again, a unique Sangam depiction of separating the heart from oneself to experience the depth of the emotion!
