A time was when the wine cask
Remained open; plentiful rice
Cooked with sumptuous meat
By cutting down sheep was offered.
Such was your rich friendship.
Today Pari is dead. I weep
And am taking leave of you
With glances, O famous mountain!
I go in search of grooms
To stroke the dark tresses
Of the girls who wear bangles
Made by expert craftsmen.
Translated from the Tamil by Prema Nandkumar