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| Bats hang at the top of tree |
On hearing the news of his wife
suffering by a Messenger Panan the hero asks his driver to prepare and drive
fast his chariot.
It is evening. Bats, those rest on
tree-top all the day, start flying in search of prey. Flowers Mullai smells
sweet as the hair of a bride. The bees stop gathering honey from the flowers
because of disturbance bats flying.
It is pleasure to him in the evening
whether being with me or being without me, my wife says to Panar-messenger revealing
her grievances. You, my good driver tie your horse that will fly as birds, in
chariot; and drive fast home.
A poem by: Mallanar lives in Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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