Spgm 087 - The Foundation Stone

(Senguttuvan invaded north and won those kings who opposed him. He dug the stone in the Himalayas to build a temple for the chaste woman) THE KING'S COURT ASSEMBLED The proposed march of Senguttuvan, Towards the northern region, Thru' tom-tom in their beats Messengers announced in the streets. Thereafter, the King Senguttuvan Took his seat in the royal throne. The courtiers, ministers who greeted "Long live the emperor" were seated. The king then put forth His proposed visit to north, Which they earnestly heard, The details as he said. CHERAN'S OATH Senguttuvan, the emperor, An ever successful warrior, Said, "The Aryan king's blame All of us heard in shame." "To this, if we don't react It'll bring me disrespect. More than their abuses, We've our main purpose." "Stone is our present mission. This should be in our vision. An idol of this chaste woman To make, let us bring stone." "Unless we fight to win, Our enemies may gain. If I allow this to happen, I'll become useless then? " LET YOUR ANGER BE CALM The royal court guru said, "Oh king, many wars you led To defeat Cholan and Pandian, Beside others and finally win." "After hearing your oath to win Will any king oppose you? None. They wouldn't have abused you. So, have no anger, I request you." AUSPICIOUS TIME The court astrologer fixed time "Oh king, this is the best time For you to start the fight To go northward now is right." The starting time when he heard "Take the swords, " he then ordered. One more battle he began, This time for the stone. THE PEOPLE BLESSED The soldiers heard the king's words. They stood up and drew their swords. The war drums then sounded. To the war front they landed. An army of five battalions, With a batch of elephants, And king's active force, They marched very close. The strategy planners, The war-rules observers, They all followed the king, Saying, "Long live the king." KEPT VANCHI FLOWERS The king was proud of his soldiers, Who had all sorts of weapons, And came willingly to fight. They marched left and right. Wearing full-open vanchi flowers O'ver his beautiful head tress, The king took up his sharp sword, And they all marched forward.