She hugged him. How can he reveal to
others; he fables.
Shall I reveal the matter to others or
not? I said few words in my sex feeling. Accepting the words she came in
midnight hiding her face in her hair. She hugged me. It was drizzling. She came
as peacock moving. Bees were circling her head with flowers. She walked making
her anklet silent. She hugged me. Now she is parting.
She is a girl of chastity and
greatness. She is not a girl of mere beauty. There is a forest in the region of
King Ay where Lass roaming. At the mountain pass there was a pond where damsel alive.
Is she damsel, I am bewildering.
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| Lass |
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| Damsel |
A poem by: Paranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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