This
is a monologue by the hero on the way he is passing through for earning.
The
people of ‘Kongu’ trait are brave strong shoulders and hands. They make wells
cutting the rock soil with their chisels. There will spring some salt-water. The
cow cattle drink the water and walk on the red soil and that will make dusts in
wind.
The hero passing though the way
to earn thinks of his lover at home. He asks his mind.
You, my mind, you have mooted me
to come here. So, you must accompany with me. But you are not. You have
returned back to your lover. Be happy there. I do not worry about you. Wealth is
not every-thing in life.
Think. You are here. The female-eagle
fling is making a kind of sound in the hope of getting prey to eat. The folk of
the arid track beats their drum in their happy getting hut. They are moving
further with their bows. Male-eagle is call its family to share the pray it
got. This is the way in which we are
passing. In a trebling situation you, my mind, are refusing to accompany with
me. Alas!
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| Eagle |
A
poem by: Kirattanar of Kudavayil village
The text is belongs to second
century B.C. or earlier.
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