The friend-maid
reveals the love contact of her lady to her mother.
The girls
will play in sea-wave along with friends. Then, they play counting the boat on
sea standing on the salt-dune. He is the Man of such kind of littoral track. The
people of the village is murmuring what he has done to you daughter. Nothing more
happened. She is not interested in this matter. You, her mother! Don’t taunt
her. The man will come one day to marry your daughter mounting in a chariot;
the bell sound on which will drive the crane-birds perking of trees; even the
chill wind attacks him at the sea-shore. The park at lagoon has been damaged. She
didn’t make spoiling in her love-play. The man’s driver spoiled when the shark
attacked him. His chariot will come surly to marry her. That evening was not ripe.
A
poem by: Ulochanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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