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| Chariot |
The feather of a crane bird will be as
the cork inside the bamboo. A female crane feels very much for a male bird
enjoyed its sex for the first time. It is sitting on plant Talai’s branch
without a mood to catch fishes moving freely. The hero is a Man of this kind of
littoral land. The heroine says to her friend-maid that she is not in passion
to see his arrival on chariot as she has confined in house by her mother. When I
happen to hear some bird’s voice she mistakes it as the bell ringing sound in
his chariot.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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