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He is a man of littoral land where
Talai and Punnai flowers spreading fragrance. His riding horse is sighing
heavy. Let it be sighing as my heart sighing. The north wind is blows water-weds without interval in both night and day. The bells tied in horse are making
sound. The horse gallops up and down on sand-hill. That is why it is sighing. The
sighing air is as hot as the sun-heat.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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