A musician says to another musician. Both are yaz instrument players.
He is my king and I am his musician. He blesses me with toddy again and again. His royal house is in forest. The yard of it is never be cleaned. He will sleep there sane-dreaming about the fight in coming day-light. Yesterday he bets his family award to host the new comers and get it back after winning the war. Today I bet my instrument on behalf of him. He will get it me back after his victory.
You need not be worried. He will provide your wife with gold ornament to wear in her hip. He will treat you wit toddy. You and I can enjoy tasting toddy while the opponent king suffering from pain of loss.
Poem by: VenNaganar, a toddy shop-keeper at Madurai village
Poem on: A man of bravery family
Context: a yaz instrument musician guiding another man of same profession to the patron hero
The poem belongs to second century B.C.