Clandestine
love is going to change into wedded life. The bridegroom is coming to marry his
lover in pampered. The friend-maid conveys the news to her lady. My heart jumps
leaps and bounds in joy. Is your heart is also feels like my heart?
Tortoise
lays eggs in lagoon-sand and leaves them hiding in sand. During the season when
the young once come out, the father-tortoise fosters them. The eggs resemble
the marbles played line-drawn stage. Your lover is the Man of this kind of
track. The days before, he came in chariot in night-time. But now he is coming
in daytime. At that time before, he drives his horses slowly using wigs instead
of pinning stick. Now, he drives the horse fast. At that time before, he came
lonely; but now he is coming with his friends. I hope, he is going to marry
you.
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| male and female tortoise |
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| tortoise lays eggs |
A
poem by: Kumuli Gnalalar NapPasalaiyar
The text is belongs to second century B.C.
or earlier.
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