The heroine
inquires her friend-maid about the hero’s assurance.
Farmers plow the land; seeds; plants
grow; they remove weeds. While weeding they have cap on head as grassing
antelope’s head. They weeds singing. Varagu-millet yields. Peacocks feed the
millet. Then they raise their voice as that of the weeding farmers’ song.
You, my friend!
Please recall, is it not the season he
assured us his returning?
A
poem by: IdaiKadanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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