Kolams and blooms in the courtyards;
Young maidens wrapped up in nine yards.
The strains of tinkling bells heard;
The heavy hooves of bulls tread.
Lo! the seasons of ripe fruitfulness reign,
The thresholds waving leaves evergreen,
The pleasant smell of mangoes preen,
Laughter and joy add to the festive sheen,
Rejoicing in the air with the young and old seen.
Sweet dishes and savories relished;
With gold and money the puja room embellished,
This is an occasion in every Tamil home cherished.
THAMIZH PUTHANDU VAZHTHUKAL
