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| Horse Chariot | Going to war | The poem points returning from war |
War
ends in victory. The hero, the king advises his chariot driver.
Hello,
listen. Veriyattu, girl-mind refreshing function at home will end in flowers
spreading on the ceremonial stage. As it seems, the pastoral land in our route
is covers with flowers. It is wet. The sun sets in the evening dimming its
brightness as the moon in new moon-day is swallowed by a celestial snake. Even in
the little span of evening, he is not with me. Saying so, she, my lover will be
suffering. Her melancholy should be removed earlier.
You
have studied the work on horse-keeping. Let the chariot be driven fast. Look at
there. There is a fort with flags. There seem lamp-lights also in night-time,
the gourds roaming with them. They are frightening the foes.
There
is queen’s palace. She will be there waiting for me. She is chastity in her character.
Her eyes will be clamoring. Her shoulder will be like bamboo between nodes. She
will appear as Damsel killing lovers but kind enough with mercy. I intend to
join her early. Let your horse bridle, tie in chariot and pull.
A
poem by: unknown
The
text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.
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