# 52 (a). THE POEM CONTEST.
Vangiya Choodaamani succeeded Vangiya Sekara Paandian as the new king. He was a sincere devotee of Lord Siva.
He maintained a beautiful garden which yielded fresh flowers for the tri kaala pooja of Lord Siva. Fresh flowers adorned the Lord, in the mornings, noons and evenings.
The king was particularly fond of the golden hued shanbaga flowers. They looked so good on the Lord.
He would get all the different kinds of garlands made with those flowers and worship the Lord.
Now the name of the God became Shanbaga Sundaresar and the name of the king became Shanbaga Maaran.
It was spring season. The king and queen were seated in the shanbaga vanam - spreading its fragrance. The king could smell another fragrance which was quite new to him. He wondered where it came from and what it was?
He then realized that it was emanating from the hair of the queen. His next doubt was this! Was it natural or artificial?
He could not come to any conclusion. He announced a contest. Any one who could find out the question bothering his mind and clear his doubt in the form of a poem would be awarded a bag of one thousand gold coins.
No one could guess the question bothering the king's mind since he had a hundred different things to worry about.
The prize money was hung in the sanga mandapam, where the sanga poets resided.
Vangiya Choodaamani succeeded Vangiya Sekara Paandian as the new king. He was a sincere devotee of Lord Siva.
He maintained a beautiful garden which yielded fresh flowers for the tri kaala pooja of Lord Siva. Fresh flowers adorned the Lord, in the mornings, noons and evenings.
The king was particularly fond of the golden hued shanbaga flowers. They looked so good on the Lord.
He would get all the different kinds of garlands made with those flowers and worship the Lord.
Now the name of the God became Shanbaga Sundaresar and the name of the king became Shanbaga Maaran.
It was spring season. The king and queen were seated in the shanbaga vanam - spreading its fragrance. The king could smell another fragrance which was quite new to him. He wondered where it came from and what it was?
He then realized that it was emanating from the hair of the queen. His next doubt was this! Was it natural or artificial?
He could not come to any conclusion. He announced a contest. Any one who could find out the question bothering his mind and clear his doubt in the form of a poem would be awarded a bag of one thousand gold coins.
No one could guess the question bothering the king's mind since he had a hundred different things to worry about.
The prize money was hung in the sanga mandapam, where the sanga poets resided.