As I read…
Those others wouldn’t sound quite as right singing Sindhanai sei maname. The word for that quality is gambeeram, majesty. If there’s one thing TMS will be remembered for, it’s that majesty.
..an inevitable trip down the memory lane made me realise how mesmerised I was by this song. Then I realised how I still am mesmerised by it (No, I didn’t Spotify or Youtube for hearing it again.) I wondered why I didn’t bother to remember this as I grew up. Then I remembered what growing up (at least for me) has meant..
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, “What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game
It then occurred to me that I was supposed to be busy (with something not very dissimilar to ” adding up figures by the hour“).
I ended the trip.