Agananuru 46

You, a man of a dirty village! You brought a girl to our house and enjoyed, somebody says. Even though I would suffer in love-sick I wouldn’t be against your will. Do enjoy as you like. – Heroine says to hero.  

Buffalo likes mud. Once, in a night, when all the people are sleeping, it breaks its tie-rope, removes thorn-fence by its horns, fell in the mud destroying Vallai-creeper and eats lotus. You are a man of such a dirty village. As it does, you did a dirty thing, says somebody.   

Who are you to me I shall sulk? You call a girl to our residence and enjoyed, others say. I wouldn’t interfere in your action. Be happy.

You see my bangles. They are about to dropout. They are as beautiful as the paddy punch in yield in village Allur ruled by my father like king KotraCheliyan. Even though, I wouldn’t feel.

A poem by:  NanMullaiyar of Allur Village

The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.  

Please refer the original text with annotation.