Leaving
his lover with tears, he retreats from his decision of earning wealth in distance
places.
You,
my mind, you are driving me to earn in distant countries. You didn’t care of
her loss of beauty in her face. Your decision is good. But it sinks me in agony.
The way,
in which I have to cross, there is no rain but mere thundering. The villages
are vacant without human-beings. The eagle is pulling the bowel from the victorious
hero’s dead body, eating.
There
was a customary habit among Tamils, electing the chairman to their village. All
the names of the peoples living in the village will be kept written in separate
Palmyra leaves as population document and stored in a celled pot. When election
comes one among the people by lot, opens the pot and took random by choice and
makes the man, whose name has written in the bit.
As the
man pulls a leaf from the pot, the eagle pulls the bowel of the dead. I have to
pass through such a dreadful way. The will be dotted shade under tree ‘Itti’
with heat waves even in evening time.
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| Spear with leaf-like point |
Pittan, a warriors-head in the army of
King Vanavan, will appear with his spear having leaf-like point and destroy the
foes. As his spear does harm to opponents, my lover’s tearing eyes are hitting
my heart.
So, you my mind, I wouldn’t fallow
your decision of earning.
A
poem by: Marutan IlaNaganar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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