Painting of Kamala Vasuki
COME
TO BESTOW UPON ME YOUR BENISON.
YOUR BENISON
DO BESTOW UPON ME.
YOU EARTHLY BEINGS,
BESTOW UPON ME YOUR BENISONS.
IN DREAMS, IN THOUGHTS,
IN PENACE,
HEAVILY WEIGHING
IN THE BOTTOM OF MY LIFE.
BESTOW UPON ME YOUR BENISONS,
TO GIVE BIRTH TO MY CHILD.
MY CHILD,
GIFTED AGAINST DEATH
BY NUCLEAR OR FIRE ARMS,
BROTHER’S ANGER
OR ANY OTHER,
BUT BY NATURE ALONE.
YOUR BENISONS BESTOW UPON ME,
TO GIVE BIRTH TO A CHILD,
A CHILD WITH LIFE,
BUT SANS KNIOWLEDGE
TO SELL AIR OR WATER
BEARING NO WEAPONS TO DESTROY THE UNIVERSE,
KNOWING NOT TO SCTRATCH
THE WALL OF THE WOMB.
KNOWING NOT TO CAUSE RAINS OF ACIDS,
ON GRASS THAT HELPED TO LAERN TO WADDLE.
YOUR BENISONS BESTOW UPON ME,
TO GIVE BIRTH
TO A HUMAN LIFE
IF NOT BORN TODAY
NEVER WILL IT BE BORN
In Thamil : Kamala Vasuki
Translated into English: S.M. Felix
