The wife
releases her feeling before her husband who returns from some other girls.
Male buffalo enjoys in pond in
daytime. Then it joins with its female in park aside the farms. You are the Man
of such land track. Your chariot, ringing bell, roams several times in the
street of girls living by selling their beauty. Here I am shedding tears as the
flower lashed by rain and wind shedding water-drops. My beauty cherished by my
mother withered. Who else will be as I am adjusting? It is bad.
A
poem by: Uvarkkannur PullanKannanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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