Ocean Poem

 Ocean

By Subramania Bharati

I

The sea circulates air.

How is it that the water in earth's crevices

 is not spilled, when the earth goes round?

Mother Might's edict.

She protects us from the sea hurtling over our heads.

May Her name abide.

Tha ocean is a big lake; a large tank; a vast well.

Does the well fall on us? No!

Does the ocean overwhelm us? No!

It is Parashakti's edict.

She charged the mud with magnetism.

That steadies things.

The hill does not come upon us.

Nor the ocean.

Tha towns are not confounded.

The world gathers unity from all.

All this is Her grace.

We praise Her grace.

II

Wind rushes from the hot fields to the cool land.

In its flight, it brings the clouds.

The air that comes to us thus is from the sea- side.

O wind, bring us life-giving rains

from the living ocean.

We burn incense to you.

O Varuna, O Indra, salutations

Grant us now abundant rains

Our limbs are parched.

Because of excessive heat our children and cattle are ill.

Change this.

The sultry days are unbearable.

 But the mind soars above.

The birds are famished and defiantly seek refuge in holes.

For several days, the evenings are cloudy

Because of the cloudy weather there is no air,

 the leaves stay still, and it is sultry beyond reckoning.

After a while giant winds chase away the clouds.

Thus are we disappointed.

O Indra, Varuna, Aryama, Bhaga, Mitra, 

I pray for your grace

Let rains come, for slaking our thirst,

 and for the world's joy.