Agananuru 117

Nursing-mother is thinking about her eloping daughter’s fate.

Here are some plants with flowers Mouval, Nochi, etc. my daughter used to play and wear with her play-mates. She didn’t care about them. She has faith only on the words of lie her lover man assured. She eloped in dreadful route where male eagle calls his female.

When she starts to leave me, her bangles and anklets alarmed, I know.

When she was here I shall plait her hair oiling, drying, combing and dressing with flowers. Now she wouldn’t have bathed. Her lover will plait her with flower. Her dressed hair would have falling on her back, I am not sure.

She has curling hair like that of sand-fall in river-bed. I like to point the river that flows on the northern side of the village ‘SiruKudi’ belongs to a Man Vanan. A mango tree is on the river’s bank. Its fruit will fall into the water of the river; the tortoise and its young ones eat the fruit.

Mother is plaiting the hair her daughter  

Mother is plaiting the hair her daughter 

A poem by: unknown

The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.

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