Dark is everywhere. As my mind all is dark. Seeing
the upcoming dark the birds are crying. The flowers are shutting. The light in
the littoral land is waning. The sky steels dimming. All are imitating my mind.
Still I am living. Is there anybody convey my position to my Man of warm as
that of a flower NJA:ZAL.
The lady is seeking her friend-maid’s help.
Author of the poem is PERUNKANNAN
2nd century B.C.
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