“Our Forefather Murugan”
O Murugan of the ancient hills,
Vel in hand, wisdom in gaze,
You are the fire in our veins,
The sacred chant of our forefathers’ days.
Your feet touched the peaks of Pazhani,
Your grace lit the fires of Siddhar lore,
Yet in our homes, you dwell still—
A guardian of kin, now and evermore.
The blood that runs in us is yours,
Not just in prayer, but in every breath,
For you are not just a god afar,
But the ancestor who conquered death.
We sing of you in harvest songs,
In battle cries, in lullabies sweet,
For Murugan, you are more than divine—
You are the pulse in our heartbeat.
