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Saturday, 17 September 2016

Agananuru 265

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.
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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