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Monday, 22 August 2016

Agananuru 195

She eloped with a man. Her mother asks an omen-teller whether the lover of her daughter will go first to his parent’s house or come first to her house.
He is a man having spear in hand. She is little girl with vast breast. Both are eloped. Somebody inform me his mother is preparing house to receive them; white-washing the wall and decorating garlands at the entrance. I am the mother of the girl. What would be his thought whether entering first into his parents’ house or into my house? Let him not consider my relation; but at least consider my service to her combing, braiding, dressing etc; for entering first. You, omen teller! (Velan) Use your instruments of rolling marbles and witch-stick to find out future. 
Fortune tellor 
A poem by: Kayamanar
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.


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