Hear one, hear all; a tragedy on us has befall
Our beloved King, the docile giant and chubby prince
Yes the one we know as our beloved Wadiyar
Is no more...Is no more...
Down the shutters and close the registers
Douse the lamps and destroy the wicks
Let the streets plunge into darkness
The sun has set and shall rise never on the clan.
The streets are deserted and bereft of hub
Hearts with remorse, cannot digest a grub;
Let the women wail and beat their breasts
The men have important matters, wicked minds cannot rest.
The Palace has lost its glory and charm golden
Now forever, the red-beacon atop shall be lit;
Bring out the guns, 21 times shall they salute
To the last departed man, a legacy 400 years old.
Oh my brothers on Urs road, Kalidasa and Kuvempunagar
Heed my word, follow my advice
No more shall you drown your sorrow in alcohol
Hang-up the butcher's knives and bow your head.
Rumors are rife about a legendary curse
Loose tongues will spew blood on mud
This is no time for politics and hatred
The hearse has arrived, let us gather and bid goodbye.
Look in awe as a great fire engulfs the funeral pyre
Such was the Kings glory and magnanimity;
The Bard shall sing his praise in fields, markets and cities
May we echo his name and those of his Fathers for a thousand years.
LONG LIVE THE KING..........
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