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| Tinai, the yellow millet |
Friend-maid converses with her lady; what
will happen hereafter, I don’t know. It is the mountain with enormous honey. Now inwards we wouldn’t be sent to gourd the yellow millet yield in the forest
field. Mother threatening us “where have you been while the parrots eating the millet
yield”. In fear, I replied your daughter do not know the gentle man of the
mountain. She has never seen him. She is beating music instrument Tattai to
drive away the parrot falling into the field to steal the millet. She didn’t
swim I the forest pond.
Mother threatens “why are you lying”.
My lady was standing bending her head
in shy.
Mother orders her daughter not to the
millet field.
What will be our future?
Poet: Kolambakkanar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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