This is a kind of trick adopted by the
friend-maid to make her lady accepting her lover’s sexual contact.
The friend-maid speaks to the Man of her
lady.
The street is filled with sand clamoring
as moon light. It smells with dried fish. There will be thatched houses those
will seem as a small village. It is a marsh area. However, if anyone has a chance
of living in this area it will make him to forget his native, by way of behavior
of the people living there.
You, the Man of my lady, the man of
littoral land with conch, please be with us chattering or enjoying her in all
over the day time. In the evening you may proceed on your chariot.
If you do like this, I shall keep the
matter in my secret.
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| Lovers in forest |
A poem by: Ulochanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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