If
we cultivate good we will never reap evil. I experience the maxim in my life.
The lady says to her friend-maid.
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| Bow-drill தீப்படு சிறுகோல் வில் |
He,
my lover is passing through the arid track where Maraver, the hunting tribe live
in. They used to decorate their hair by hair-gathered knot that will appear as
sheep-horn. They will carry bow-drill in hand. Their eyes will be red in anger.
With their sounding chapels on feet, they will steel cow-family.
It is
summer the sun travels like a boat on the sky for a long time. Flowers in
drum-stick tree will be falling on him and his route. He did well for me. I also
did the same to him. He reaps the result of flower showering.
A
poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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