The hero
returns home with his earnings in a distant place. While on his way, he speaks
to mind. You, my mind! You know we are returning home after taking rest in a grass-hay
thatched house. There, you saw a calf liking the butter in its grinding-stick
outside the house in a shed. There were cocks resting in night on the beam of
the house. As soon as you hear the sound of a cock’s crow we started our
journey. We walked hearing the dreadful sound of the drum of the natives of the
arid-land all along the way mountain-route of its branches. There, you suffered
a lot. Now, don’t be worry. We are reaching the town where our lover is waiting
for us. We can sleep on her hair-bed; hug her bamboo-like shoulder and praise
her breast that gives us bliss.
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| sleep on hair-bed | lovers |
A
poem by: Peralavayar of Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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