ABOUT THE POEM:
The poem “THE MINSTREL, THE MONARCH AND THE MEN OF WAR” by Kovur Kizhar, in praise of the Chola King Nalankilli, offers a vivid and balanced portrayal of society in the Chola age. Set in the cultural splendour of Uraiyur, nourished by the River Kaveri, it captures three contrasting yet harmonious aspects of the kingdom — the suffering artist, the noble ruler, and the valiant warrior — culminating in a picture of a prosperous and peaceful land.
The poem opens with a poignant depiction of a minstrel, whose emaciated body mirrors the neglect of art in times of material abundance. His appearance is compared to a flayed lizard, a striking image of poverty and endurance. Yet, despite his hunger, he plucks the strings of his yaazh (harp), producing melodies that only a few sensitive hearts can appreciate. Through him, the poet celebrates the spiritual dignity of the artist who persists even when unacknowledged by society.
In contrast stands King Nalankilli, majestic and benevolent. His decorated chest and vermilion marks symbolize his divine splendour. He is both gentle and mighty — respectful toward women and commanding to men. His realm, sustained by the Kaveri River, is compared to a mother nursing her child, suggesting abundance and care. The king’s greatness lies in nurturing both his people and the land, embodying harmony between power and compassion.
The warriors of his kingdom display fierce pride and courage. Although peace prevails under Nalankilli’s reign, they lament their inaction, asserting that it is better to die in battle than live without glory. This tension between warlike zeal and enforced peace reveals the vitality of a people born for honour.
Finally, Uraiyur, the capital, is portrayed as a city of joy and prosperity. The war drums are silent, replaced by sounds of celebration — men drinking toddy, elephants walking through lively streets and laughter resounding everywhere. Amidst this abundance, the king listens to the “drums of joy,” not of war.
Thus, the poem celebrates a civilization that values art, bravery, and peace, where a ruler’s greatness is measured not by conquest but by the happiness of his people and the harmony of his realm.
THE MINSTREL, THE MONARCH AND THE MEN OF WAR
The minstrel came — his ribs like ridges bare,
Like lizards flayed, his skin to bone was drawn,
His hunger echoed faintly through the air.
His harp was speech — its golden strings were broken;
Few ears were tuned to hear his trembling art,
Yet music bloomed though mortal strength was gone.
The king — with chest adorned, a gleaming heart,
Red marks of grace upon his noble frame,
To women’s gentle softness bowed apart.
Yet men he ruled with pride and steady flame,
A long-lived lord whose realm the floods endow,
Where Kaveri feeds the fields in mother’s name —
Like milk that flows from breasts in sacred vow,
Her waters bent the trees with silver sweep,
And blessed the land with ever-giving flow.
The warriors raged — their oaths were fierce and deep,
“Forbid us not from war, O king of might!
We’d rather die than idle honour keep!”
In Uraiyur’s streets — once proud with fight —
Where war-drums slept and chariots silent rolled,
Men drank, hands clutched, in taverns without light.
There elephants, through spilled wine uncontrolled,
Trampled the mire where laughter loud had grown,
While joy resounded, mighty and manifold.
And there the king — beside that mirthful tone —
Heard drums of joy, not war’s resounding groan,
And reigned in peace, his heart a tempered stone.
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POET: KOVUR KIZHAR.
PATRON: CHOLA KING NALANKILLI