He is earning wealth leaving me here. How
much will it be?
Will it be as much as Himalayas? The Himalayas – it will looks like smoke in sky; covered
with snow; and resembles like Dog-star in night-sky.
Will it be as much as the wealth Nandas,the rulers in capital Padalipuram hides savings under the Ganges water?
With these questions the heroine starts
explaining her position to her friend-maid.
You, my friend, I hail you; I am
suffering here with tear in my eyes. My hair he
enjoyed with curling like sand-flow at the bottom of the river is in vain. My eyes
are searching for him. My eyes are brimming with tears. He indulges away
earning minds them nothing. He is earning beyond Venkatam Mountains where the
natives hunt; eat meat frying in fire; drink Topi-wine; and play music in yard
under the shadow of Maram-tree. There will be elephants roaming.
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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