Lovers would adjust to help each other. It is true. But for this, has he come in night dangerous to his life, the lady asked her friend-maid, about her lover waiting for her in a distance of hearing.
|flame lily | காந்தள்|
It is night-time. Rain is pouring with lightning like flaming stick throw. The ping pong balls falling from the rain cloud lashes the head of elephants and then scattering on rocks. Life threatening beasts are roaming on his route. He, my man of benevolent is coming here with risk. Is it necessary for love affair, the lady asked? Peacock is dancing as cobra dancing raising its head spread. Honey beetle is sitting on the flame lily seems like jugglery ball in the hand of playing girl. He is the man of such land.
A poem by: PotrKollanar, Tangal village
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.