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| He hugged my shoulder in his chest |
She speaks to her friend-maid about her lover
waiting for her.
Antelope having horns like millet yield comes to
feed in the millet farm. The farmer is guarding the yield climbing over an open
shed erected for guarding purpose. He is in a drunken mood squeezed drop by his
own hand. He has applied sandal-past on his chest made by his own hand rubbing
the wood on a stone. His hand smells with these creations. Along with smell he
combed his hair with his fingers.
His wife sings a song with ‘Kurunji’-tune.
Elephants come to eat in field sleeps with open
eyes hearing the lady’s music echoed on the mountain.
He, her lover is a man of such a kind of village.
On that day, he has approached her to enjoy in the
night, has applied sandal past in his chest with alluring smell. He is wearing
garlands on his neck and hair to approach small beetles rounding for search of
honey. He diverts the watchmen of my house and entered slowly. He opens the
door slightly and entered. He hugged my shoulders in his chest. He delivered
some words sweetly. Then he returns back. Nothing has happened except these occurrences.
Today, he has come again. He did not give me
anything. But the peoples of this village are murmuring on our relation.
You, my friend, what shall I do?
A poem by: SendanKuttan, a primary school teacher
in Madurai.
The text
is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.
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