Leaders in Exile Poems at Lentil As Anything, Abbotsford Convent3rd June 2012

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Songs of Liberation - In Remembrance of April 1971. Held at New Town Hall Colombo - 1981

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ud fmïnr uõfkaud fmïnr uõfka

oi uila ud l=i oerE –oi uila ud l=i oerE –ukqIH;ajfh uyd iïm;ukqIH;ajfh uyd iïm;

f,dalhg ud cks; lrjQ –f,dalhg ud cks; lrjQ –ohdfõ fifkyfia W,am;ohdfõ fifkyfia W,am;

ñKsuq;= ukaosr - i|¿ ;,d ke;ñKsuq;= ukaosr - i|¿ ;,d ke;ossji¿ iqñysß - fndcqka hyka ke;ossji¿ iqñysß - fndcqka hyka ke;

mqf;la Tng oelaúh hq;= fifkyimqf;la Tng oelaúh hq;= fifkyiwirK ud olajkafka flf,io@wirK ud olajkafka flf,io@

ksii, f,i wo wjika .ufkaksii, f,i wo wjika .ufkafidfydka .eng Tn msúfioaoSfidfydka .eng Tn msúfioaoS

f,a lsß lr fmõ wïfï Tnygf,a lsß lr fmõ wïfï Tnygl< .=K ud i,lkafka flf<io@l< .=K ud i,lkafka flf<io@

fmruqK f.k ksoyi WfoidfmruqK f.k ksoyi WfoidkeÕ+ igfka rK yçkakeÕ+ igfka rK yçka

iekfikq uek ud fmïnr uõfkaiekfikq uek ud fmïnr uõfka

Oh Lord Skanda! 

The Lord god with thousand eyes to see the worldThe Lord god with twelve mighty hands carrying armsThe day the sacred land was wetted with blood of the

SouthWith no might, the god in abode behind the seven

screens The day the sacred land was bathed in blood

Did the god escape from the temple? 

Burning the incense, wrapped with pure white clothspraying and offering with their parasitic hands

Sounding ankle bells to the temple music and blowing conches

People worship at the temple groundsat expense of their lives, the god enjoying milk rice

The lord grandly seated on the peacock chariot- 

Thinking that you were the heart in a heartless world Thinking that you were the hopein a hopeless world, Lord Skanda

Thinking that you were bornof the sighs of the sufferers of this world

-Singing hymns of praises – lighting seven lamps

Three lines drawn on forehead with dots of sacred ashPraying seven days offering seven screensPledging carved golden statute for a statue

What use of those prayers or their grandiose offerings Lord,

The day the poor exploited masses need youIf you are not there behind those seven screens

Or if you flee the sacred groundsthe day it’s drenched in blood?

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l| foõ rcqfkal| foõ rcqfka  

f,dj oel=ug fk;= oyila we;s foõ rÿfkaf,dj oel=ug fk;= oyila we;s foõ rÿfkawú orkd w;a fÞf,dila we;s foõ rÿfkawú orkd w;a fÞf,dila we;s foõ rÿfka

reyqfKa reysfrka f;;a jQ mqo fofjd,a ìfïreyqfKa reysfrka f;;a jQ mqo fofjd,a ìfïf;o ke; ;sr i; ueoafoa foú l=á jeØfkaf;o ke; ;sr i; ueoafoa foú l=á jeØfka

keyejQ osk mqo ìu reêfrkakeyejQ osk mqo ìu reêfrkafoúfhda mek .shdo fofjdf,kafoúfhda mek .shdo fofjdf,ka

  iqÿ msrejg ojgd - i÷ka lmqre o,ajdiqÿ msrejg ojgd - i÷ka lmqre o,ajd

jevuQ mrmqgq oE;ska m~qrE foúhka hos;SjevuQ mrmqgq oE;ska m~qrE foúhka hos;Si<U .s.sß ko oS ila y~ kxjdi<U .s.sß ko oS ila y~ kxjd

Ôú; id.sks fkdksjd foúfhda lsßms~q nqos;SÔú; id.sks fkdksjd foúfhda lsßms~q nqos;SfmfyùS fofjdf,a keueos okka fmfyùS fofjdf,a keueos okka

uhqrdik jev we;s foúhkauhqrdik jev we;s foúhka--

yoj; fkdue;s f,dj yoj; Tnhhsyoj; fkdue;s f,dj yoj; Tnhhsn,dfmdfrd;a;=j fkdue;s f,djn,dfmdfrd;a;=j fkdue;s f,dj

n,dfmdfrd;a;=j Tnhhs is;=j;a l| foõ rÿfkan,dfmdfrd;a;=j Tnhhs is;=j;a l| foõ rÿfkamSvd ú|sk ckhdf.a iqiafukamSvd ú|sk ckhdf.a iqiafuka

Tn ksu jqfka hhs is;=j;a l| foõ rÿfkaTn ksu jqfka hhs is;=j;a l| foõ rÿfka--

.hñka ;=;s .S;sld - myka i;la o,ajd.hñka ;=;s .S;sld - myka i;la o,ajdk<,; bß ;=kla ;nd - w¿ fmdÜgQ wekao;ak<,; bß ;=kla ;nd - w¿ fmdÜgQ wekao;a

;sr i; mq=o,d fmd<fõ i;a osk hdosks heoao;a;sr i; mq=o,d fmd<fõ i;a osk hdosks heoao;aweUqug rka rejg rejla wem lem jQj;aweUqug rka rejg rejla wem lem jQj;a

  úm;g m;a osk mSä;fhlaúm;g m;a osk mSä;fhla;sr i; miqmi ke; foúfhla;sr i; miqmi ke; foúfhla

keyejQ úg mqo ìu reêfrkakeyejQ úg mqo ìu reêfrkafoúfhda mek h;s fofjd,a ìfukafoúfhda mek h;s fofjd,a ìfuka

Dear Mother 

MotherThe treasure of humanity,

who bore me for ten monthsThe fountain of kindness,

Who brought me to this world

No wealth and no mansionsno fine clothes and no gourmet cuisine

How can a helpless me,show my gratitude, mother?

When you leave me today silently to the grave

who fed me your blood turned into milk How can I show my gratitude to you,

mother?

Except to beseech you To be lulled in your sleep

By the song of my struggle for freedom

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r;= .sks is¿j kqUhsr;= .sks is¿j kqUhs  

lsisÞ fkdksfuklsisÞ fkdksfukr;= .sks is¿j kqUhs r;= .sks is¿j kqUhs

uf.a ohdnr ¥ mq;=fkauf.a ohdnr ¥ mq;=fka  

Ø.S okkaf.a f,a uqiq l÷<e,aØ.S okkaf.a f,a uqiq l÷<e,aTfí iqr;a mshqfuka msiskd ÞTfí iqr;a mshqfuka msiskd Þioyg fkdnisk úuqla;sfha ysreioyg fkdnisk úuqla;sfha ysre

fmros. wyfia mdhd tk Þfmros. wyfia mdhd tk Þ,la uj yskefykq we; mq;=fka,la uj yskefykq we; mq;=fka

  keÕS rK yçkakeÕS rK yçkamsìoS f,da ;,msìoS f,da ;,

r;= Oc fijfka igka josk Þr;= Oc fijfka igka josk ÞiQrd lEfuka whqla;sfhka f;driQrd lEfuka whqla;sfhka f;dr

ksjy,a f,dalh f.dv kexfjk Þksjy,a f,dalh f.dv kexfjk Þ,la uj yskefykq we; mq;=fka,la uj yskefykq we; mq;=fka

Red Flame

You are the eternal red flameMy dear children

The day you wipe with your palmthe blood soaked tears of the

wretchedThe day the eternal red sun

shines in the eastMother Lanka will smile

The day the oppressed of worldstand and fight

under the flaming red bannerThe day a free world is born

Mother Lanka will smile

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