Having love rendezvous missed, the
hero speaks his mind.
Pali village is the capital of King
Nannan-Udiyan. One ancient race Kosar saved their gold in the treasury of the
said-village. No one can get it. In such a way you, my mind, cannot get your
lover. Again, you cannot tolerate the incidents of failure.
Let you be dark as a rock in cave in a
lonely place in a mountain.
You, my mind, drive me to her in midnight
through the route where snakes search prey, many days, to her engagement; but
the result ends in vain every time.
Now you are suffering with tears. It made
others laugh at you.
What shall I do?
A poem by: Paranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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