Natrinai 137

the elephant is bending the tree for food

Long, cool and fragrant hair, she has. Broad and soft shoulder, she has. You, my mind! If you want to leave her you have to do one thing hard.

There is a slop-fewer mountain with water falls in dry. The male elephant will feed its female bending the Omai-tree. You have to pass through the route resting under the shadow of the broken tree. You, my mind, you have the strength to cross; but I am weak, because I am always thinking my lover, the Man says.

Poet: PerunKannanar

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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