The friend-maid
informs her lady, the lady’s lover is waiting out-side to enjoy in a kind of nice
words.
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| Blacksmith's forge கொல்லன் உலை |
There
is lightning in the shy as turning a cloth. Rain is pouring making us
shivering. The bear is searching food in ant-hill and ant-flies are flying in
night as fire-pieces are shattering in blacksmith’s furnace. He reached here
through a dreadful route. The river he crossed has crocodiles that shock to
even to think. The flood in the river is so heavy that that the bamboo stick
could not erect in river-bed to row. He didn’t care his lonely-arrival. He crossed
mountain-gap where male-tiger is pulling an elephant killed for its female,
having two-lives by pregnant. It is pulling in the light of Cobra-stone. The way
is so narrow as a sword. He has come to grace you with love-affairs. He is not
bad. Offering your sex, you are also not bad. Then who is bad. I am bad letting
you to join.
A
poem by: Kadalanar son of Erumai Veliyanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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