The hero congratulates his chariot
driver for his excellent duty.
My wife is in her house waiting for
me. Boys and girls will play in her house-yard. The girls will play with arising
music from their golden anklets in legs. Their feet impression will be seen
everywhere. Nursing-mothers with their aged-white hair congratulate them. Tamed
love doves will play on her roof. Among the scene she will be thinking about my
presence. Her meloncaly will be removed.
I asked you, with these words: we finished
our duty as per king’s order; tie your horse in chariot; let it run fast
cutting the creepers with Min-flower, Talavan-flower and Mullai-flower. As I expected,
you drive fast and get me the spot earlier. I am happy. I congratulate you.
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| chariot |
A poem by: IlaVettanar, a cloth
merchant in Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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