He parted
her. She couldn’t bear the loneliness. Her friend-maid requests her to console.
She says, “I am controlling but the bird cuckoo raises its voice calling its
mate. That makes my eyes with tears”.
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| Cactus | கள்ளி | சப்பாத்திக் கள்ளி |
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| wedge tail eagle | பெருந்தலை எருவை |
பருந்து பறத்தல் | Eagle flying
It is
a forest with cactus. Deer suffer because of drought. There seem some horns of
male-antelope left eaten by tiger. There was bad smell from the putrefaction of
left remained meat.
The natives
of the track always appear with their bow and arrows to hunt. They will steal
cows during night-time. They will search their food hidden in day-time. Such a
kind of dreadful route, he will be passing through. Eagles and kites are the
birds like to live there. Leaving me alone to suffer, he is passing through the
way. He is a mercy-less man. I am longing for him.
The capital
of the king ‘Nannan Venman’ is ‘Viyalur’. Fortune-telling women (Agavunar) are
always enjoying in his region. There will be a mount in the capital-village. “You,
my lady, have beautiful breast as that of the mount. Don’t cry”, you advise me.
The heroine says to her friend-maid. “I can save your advice; but my eyes
refuse to obey shedding tears.
Snow-season
passed away. Spring season falls on. Spring water is flowing in rivers. Marudam
and Maram trees are blossoming. Cuckoo birds are calling for their mates. It affects
my heart making me tearing. What can I do?
A
poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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