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| Smiling face |
Let guest
come to my house. It will remove her sulking, the hero says.
That is house where
calves of buffalo tied in every pillar.
She wears rings in her
ears. She appears in her affluence in body-structure and pale in her mind. She wears
ring in her little finger. She cuts sward fish in her talent and fry it. The smoke
hits her eyes. She will not care. There will be perspiration in her forehead. She
will remove it by her dress-end. She has cooked happily. Alas, she is sulking
with me. Let guest come to my house. She will behave with them with smiling
face slightly opening her pretty teeth. That is I want to see in her face.
Poet:
Mangudi Kilar
Poem
belongs to 2nd century B.C.
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