You,
my friend! He, my lover becomes mercy-less. He must save those who love him; he
must enjoy with those he loves; that are wealth. The negative life is poverty. He
likes to lead wealth life. He leaves aside life of mercy parting me alone. As the
horns of antelope branch in branch tree Omai will have branches. The dry-fruits
in the tree will make sound as the drum-beating sound while a girl dances on
rope. The scattered shadow of the tree will be the resting abode on his route. There,
he can hear omen in the tongue of leopard resting in the shadow of thorn
cactus.
The heroine
lady reveals her feelings to her friend-maid.
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| thorn cactus |
A
poem by: KavalMullai PutarAttanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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