The heroine
expresses her gladness with her friend-maid that her mother nods to elope her
daughter with her lover.
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| Bear used to eat IRUMBAI fruit |
My face
becomes pale and my shoulder leans having not getting my lover in present. The people
of the village are murmuring mercy-less. They did not care about the route in
which he has passed. My life is parting me little by little. I see no remedy
for the love-sick except eloping. You, my friend, please hear my words.
Fruits
Irumbai are falling on ground like raining ping pong balls. Bears are eating
them gladly. The people speaking pinning word do not care about this kind of
dangerous route. My mother knowing these careless words accepts me to with my
lover and gets married in his residence. Please note; I am parting you.
A
poem by: KndararAttanar of Orodagam village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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