The friend-maid shares the glad-news
of hero’s arriving to marry, to her lady. She said that she is in as happy mood
as people when the rain falls to fill the lakes and ponds after a long span of
dry season; the season that appears any green plants in land, trees without bird-shelters
and plows are sleeping without use.
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| The end of her eye is as the bud of Pittigai-flower |
When she addresses her lady, she
praises her beauty, describing her eye-ends are as the buds of Pittigai-flower
and her skin as tender as Mango-new-leaves.
A
poem by: Kabilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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