Events that even history has dispelled
Or of the devoted Laxmana following Rama
As he crossed these lands in search of his wife
Were cursed to become the Akka – Tangi Betta
Frozen in eternal rest, they now stand!
Who made this very land their kingdom
On sighting the hound being chased by the hare.
His bravery, his religious tolerance , love for poetry
Songs in his praise the rocks would sing!
Of prosperity that radiated in this kingdom
In its bazaars, its streets, its religious icons
Ruthlessly plundered by the Sultanate’s men
Then left to burn for months in the fire.
Even in today’s times, several centuries later
Those stories would still ring a bell
So these rocks withhold their stories, their wisdom
And continue to stand in mute witness.