The friend requests the hero let
them go to marry the heroine.
You my lord! You are the man of
the mountain, the wealth of which, such as honey and jack-fruit, flows down to
the land.
Let us start to reach your lover
marry.
She has decorated with jewelry
hiding her breast. She has the tendency of walking slowly in modesty.
Even a monarch, who has the right
of marching with band, can’t get your life as lone a return. Now you are in a
stage of die. Let us revive your life to go to her and marrying her.
Poet: Malaiyanar
Poem belongs to 2nd
century B.C.
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