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| this is a kind of cactus the poem says the creeper of Mullai will creep on and blossom |
You my mind! We have we finished our
duty of earning, I am to return immediately home where my sweet lover is
waiting for me. If the house lizard on the wall raises its voice, she will read
the voice as an omen that I am returning home. If not, she reads otherwise. Will
the lizard speaks or not at this time, I do not guess.
Flowers Mullai will blossom on cactus.
It will appear white sheep grazing on a meadow. The cowherd gathers the flowers,
makes them into a kind of Padalai garland and wears. With the smell of the
flowers he will tread back home. Alas, I am here. The hero speaks to his mind.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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