My daughter
eloped with her lover. I am pondering her in pain; but the village lost her
glamour in festival. The nursing mother describes her grievance like this.
Jack-fruit damages in sun heat. Eyes are
tickling by the brightness of the sun. There is no water in tanks. Huge stones
appear everywhere. Male elephant is migrating from the forest hugging its pregnant
female as Mallar, the band masters are moving with their band to attend a
festival in another village. He will be passing there with my daughter showing
her these scenes. My will be wearing leaves-dress in her waist that will cool
her a little. At present she is not mining; but a wealth of her lover. My eyes
are searching her in pain. The village is happy in a temple-car festival. It loses
her glamour.
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| Mallar, an ancient Tamil word denotes bandmasters in temple |
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poem by: Kayamanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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