Natrinai 193

water drops in background color 

You northern wind! You are resting on the flowers with your pregnancy of water drops as melting lacquer. You are safe. But I am, being alone, suffering. My lover is on duty in other place earning wealth. In an anxiety, my bangles are slipping from my shoulders. Don’t beat me with you chillness. The heroine speaks to the wind in chillness moving from north.

Poet: Not known

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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