Pongal: The Celebration of Agriculture

The sun ascends with golden rays, Blessing the earth on winter days. Fields of green now turn gold, Stories of harvest joy unfold. Oxens plough the ancient field, The seeds is what the farmers wield. The pot is placed, the milk rises, Bubbling under open skies. ''Pongalo, Pongal!'' the voices sing, Gratitude flows for all it brings. Let Kotravai bless us with golden crops, Let Mariamma bless us with falling raindrops. Oh, Bhogi flame, burn so high, Carry our prayers to an open sky. May your warmth in every heart stay, Guiding us toward a brighter day. For Bhogi is more than a festival's art, It's the fire of renewal in every heart. Surya, the giver of life and light, We honour you on this sacred night. With pots that brim with milk and grain, We chant your name our hearts refrain. Surya Pongal, a celebration divine Of nature's bounty and gifts that shine. From plowing the fields to guiding the cart, These noble beasts play a sacred part. Mattu Pongal, a time to say, "Thank You" for the blessings every day. On Mattu Pongal, Let our hearts unite, In gratitude, pure and bright. The sun above, the earth below, Shine on us with love aglow. Kaanum Pongal, a time to bless, Our hearts, our homes and our success. Together we stand, together we sing, As the joy of Pongal continues to bring. O Pongal, a festival of cheer, A promise of bounty year by year. With thanks we sow, with hope we reap. In your warmth, out traditions we keep. As rice hail down like snow in our palms, Let the success be recognised by farms.