Mother says in her meloncaly.
Would I have known before about the elopement
of my daughter, I would do them unite by marriage in my house, the mother of
the girl says.
The entire world worships the sun rising
among the waves in sea. It makes the ponds dry and land useless to cultivate.
That is the arid track with several
routes. The men of the land will watch for new comers to robe. They will stand
one man on another man’s shoulder to cover long distance of sight on land; or
climb on tall ‘Ya”-tree.
My daughter eloped with a mercy-less
man I such a forest way.
Alas!
If I have known before, I will make
them married in my house.
Here is my house like the palace in
Vanji-city ruled by the king Kotai. There will be a happy ceremony in my house.
A poem by: Kannambalanar, Karuvur
village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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