pongal

Milk Rice the Golden child came - granting
immeasurable ecstacy in her cooking
Farmers with the beauty of lion dream
a picturesque memory this new year gleam.

Elevated threshing floor courtyard the face-where
month of January gave love's kiss with rice share
abundance in red rice and charity - sweet
to the tongue January child glad to meet.

With the plough he tills the land - the ploughman
is the old man ladder of progress of all human.
Dark clouds and sun our life - milk rice
is dream field's harvested crop of rice.

Red sugar cane and saffron aplenty - flood
of happiness to sweep our country.
Rise, rise milk rice - bring smile
to the face of the poor, so rise milk rice.