The sacrificial lamb brought for the festival,
Ate up the green leaf brought for the decorations.
Not knowing a thing about the kill,
It wans only to fill its belly:
Born that day, to die that day.
But tell me:
Did the killers survive,
Oh Lord of the meeting rivers?
- Basavanna (Translation A.K. Ramanujan)
Iron dead-weight at my feet,
around my neck buoyant reed.
The dead-weight keeps me from floating,
the reed keeps me from drowning.
O Lord Koodalasangama, arbiter,
across this tumultuous sea, lead me.
- Basavanna (Translation Saket Rajan)