It’s Carbon and Hydrogen,
The basis of all fuels,
The fuel of fuels.
No, it’s the rice.
Just the rice.
The grains of rice
Risen from the paddy box.
What a Kanji!
What a Kanji!
[In southern India, rice soup is regarded as a healthy
beverage. In specific contexts, it is used to describe a miserly person, especially in the state of Kerala.
Call of appetite,
Put on rest,
Water and rice,
Still no praise,
Daily taste,
Still no praise.
Rice Cooked
To meal of meals.
Base of meals
Still no praise
What a Kanji!
What a Kanji!
Rice hidden
Risen from the paddy boxes,
With no rice
With no rise
What a time!
Even the lord of death.
Might the face of death.
What a time
With no rice.
Throw a good
Seed of paddy
Paddy bloomed
In many, many stages,
So many stages.
Basumathi Matta,
Jeerakashala,
Ponni Kuruva,
Jaya Pokkali.
Rice hidden
Risen from the paddy boxes,
With no rice
With no rise
What a time!
Even the lord of death.
Might the face of death.
What a time
With no rice.
Lush green cover,
Laid out a paddy field,
In the centre
Golden sewing,
From the light of the sun,
At times, the moon.
Wind of the sun
Light of silver shines
Wind of the moon
Light of the golden shines.
In the lush green
Field ran left and right,
In the days of bright.
In the days of light.
Boca of paddy,
Bloomed like a flower vase
In the golden shine
Ran left and right,
Blew in bright
Reminiscences
Of time.
What a time!
Stories a lot
The shine of rice
Rise of rice,
From the paddy cage,
Still no praise,
What a Kanji!
What a Kanji!
In the times of harvest
Is the time of energy.
In the times of harvest
Is the time of dance.
Breaking the cages
Of paddy boxes
Rice is risen
To fill the sacks
In the back of men,
To fill the belly,
In front of men.
It’s Carbon and Hydrogen,
The basis of all fuels,
The fuel of fuels.
No, it’s the rice.
Just the rice.
The grains of rice
Risen from the paddy box.
What a Kanji!
What a Kanji!
Rice hidden
Risen from the paddy boxes,
With no rice
With no rise
What a time!
Even the lord of death.
Might the face of death.
What a time
With no rice.