The heroine speaks to
Northern-Wind-chill.
You, the Northern-Wind-chill, lash
Bean’s flowers to fall down without yielding; Ingai and Pakantrai flowers to
blossom. You make paddy in plant yield suitable to make flakes. That is all right.
But you lash on me chillness without mercy for a long time. He, my Man is not
along with me to remove the chillness by his hug. Do you know where and how he
is? It is better to know about him. Conveying these words, I am suffering without
remedy, why, I am reaping what I had seed in last birth. There is no fault with
you.
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| last birth |
A poem by: Neital Tattanar, son of
KodiyurKilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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