Thinking intelligence as a friend, I,
Stayed near a road oneday,
And killed,
My god!
Intelligence the Great,
Comes following me
Steping in the dark,
I hear.
Searching for god I went again,
I found
His golden body
Under a banyan tree
Near the road.
Dear lord!
Arise again and
Come with me
Just like in the past
I said
But I know that
My lord
Never gets up
Because
Intelligence
Stays behind me
Grinning !
G.B.Senanayake's poem "දෙවියන් මැරීම" - translated by Amanda D .
