It is an arid forest with huge trees
Ya and bush tree Omai through which my daughter eloped with her lover. When I recall
her behavior tears shed in my eyes. it is the day before yesterday she eloped. I
am fallow searching her to see her safety. Here I am in a long distance from my
village. Being here I worship her father’s palace. She has her hips with
beautiful dots, teeth in white, bangles in hand in small number and hair of
plenty. This is my belly that carried her as baby. Her father is strong as a
bull has. He will have bow and arrows which he didn’t use. He is interested in offering
gifts. You gentlemen say that you have seen her in passing route. I praise you
and hail long live. The nursing mother or may be the mother says these words to
the traveling gentle men who conveyed the news of her daughter eloping as an
eye witness.
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Poet: Kayamanar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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