Men Are Not Rivers

Men are not rivers, yet in their hearts
Burns the raging thirst of rivers. 
The youthful blood that was spilled in Fifty-Two
With its tidal thirst suddenly becomes
A river of humanity across the Dravidian delta; 
See how on its alluvial soil is slowly built
An un-Aryan homeland, like a cascading stream
The habitat of a vernal race. 
The language dearest to man lives on
In the sound of the rivers. 

Translated by Syed Manzoorul Islam