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| cow with its new born calf |
The nursing mother says about her
daughter. My daughter cultivates Vayalai plant in my house yard. A newly
calf-born cow eats the plant. She could not drive it thinking its tenderness. But
her plant has been destroyed. So she becomes frustrated. She throws her playing
ball and doll on the ground and beats on her belly. She was in such a mood on the
day before the day of her eloping. I and her mother gave her milk mixed with
honey to drink. She refused to eat and wept. Today she eloped with her man with
budding beard in chin. He becomes all in all to her. She is passing through an intolerable
heating aired land with a smile in her face to appear her teeth. I am worrying.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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