We gather the flowers in hill-pond weave
them into leaves-dress and wear in waist. We pick Kanthal flowers, make them
into garland and wear on head. Thus we are we are playing according to our own
decision. Mother takes these behaviors are mad that God Murugan doing these. She
intends to cure me from the sick of madness. Why can’t we say the cause of
these happenings? This kind of madness cannot be read by others. The cause will
not appear in others dream. These are not sickness in my body. They are
attacked by my Man of the mountain. What is wrong in conveying the truth to our
parents? The heroine lady says these to her friend-maid.
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| Kanthal flowers |
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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