Natrinai 122

millet yield | தினை விளைச்சல் 

Friend-maid says to her lady while the lady’s lover hearing in a distant place.

Brothers and father plowed land and cultivate millet in the land situated among the mountain slop with rocks. It is yielding. Mother is planning whether her daughter is to be sent to guard the yield from stealing parrots or not. Flowers ‘Moual’ are blooming everywhere. White-clouds are thundering. She doubts he, the lover of her daughter will come to meet her daughter or not. She dislikes the man’s arrival. You decide what you are going to do. Your decision should be applicable to both of you.

Poet: SenKannanar

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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