For a wedding of dwarfs
rascals beat the drums
and whores
carry on their heads
holy pitchers;
with hey-ho’s and loud hurrahs
they crowd the wedding party
and quarrel over flowers and betelnuts;
all three worlds are at the party;
what a rumpus this is,
without our Lord of Caves.
Allama Prabhu, Vacana number 461, translated by A K Ramanujan.
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