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The friend-maid
of the Lady requests the Man to stay for the night at their village for her
Lady.
It is
evening. Crane birds are flying in sky as the garland hangs on the chest of God
Murugan. The sun is setting behind the west hill.
She is
shedding tears in her eyes. There is modesty in her head. She is about to weep.
You,
my gentle man you know, that the riding horse seems unable to gallop because of
wound in its leg by shark bite.
Then,
is there any harm to stay in our village along with your follower-friends carrying
spear in hand?
It is
our village, you see, among the salt-field. It is beautiful surrounding water
lily flowers. There, you can hear the voice of the birds Antril calling the
other sex partner staying in the Palmyra tree.
A
poem by: Nakkiranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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