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The hero praises the rain that helps
him in the night to enjoy his wife after he returns home finishing his royal
duty. You the benevolent cloud, you rain on hills those stand as nails of
earth. You rain with sweet music as Padumalai-rhythm that rises in the string
of Yal musical instrument. You rain with thundering music as that rises in
band. I am sleeping on the bed of hair of my wife and enjoying her. You drop
flowers in plants in the village in mountain slope. I hail you.
Poet: PerunKausiganar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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