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Monday, 4 April 2016

Natrinai 88

Lady and her maid 
The friend-maid consoles her lady in moaning for her lover.
We did no-good in our last-birth. That is why we are suffering now. Why are you bewailing. Be calm. Let us go to his place. Start.  
You are suffering as salt diluting in rain. I am afraid of.  
There, you see. The water is falling in his mount as a symbol of your tear. He will understand.  

Poet: Nallanduvanar
Poem belongs to 2nd century B.C.


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