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| Eagle's prey |
The
friend-maid consoles her lady.
He is
not a man to behave as he likes. He will afraid of aspersion. So he will return
to you. Don’t worry, my lady.
Trees
Gnemai will have cob-web as the royal elephant have white flags ahead. He will
be passing through the brook on mountain.
Elephants
blow their voice with a sound as that of horn blow by ballad-men.
Dholes
will kill and drag wild-pig to smell badly.
The eagle
drinks blood, which looks as savior searches wounded in the battle field in
night with lamp.
That is
the route in which he is passing.
A
poem by: PernKadunKo, famous in his poem on arid track
The
text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.
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