The fragrant of rain fall on the land smells.
Lightning flashes as tearing the mountain with thunder. Tiger growls after killing
elephant. You my good friend is sleeping carelessly. My heart is beating quickly.
As the fire quenches heating the water my sufferings will go away by his presence.
But it is not important. His safety is important. My mind flows to him as the water
of Mountain River flows to valley. The heroine lady says these words to her
friend-maid.
Poet: Nallavur Kilar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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