His Welcome

Purananuru 101

He welcomes us still
as on the first of days,

though we go there
not just one day,
or two days,
but many days
with many friends,

does Atiyaman Anci
of the jeweled elephant
and the artful chariot.

Whether the time for gifts
comes right now
or is put off for later,

it's like fodder
left in reserve
on the elephant's tusk,

always there
at hand, waiting;
it won't become a lie.

O wishful heart,
do not scramble for it.

Bless him,
his works.
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Auvaiyar
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