He is always thinking about his
returning back home even while he is enjoying her lover. The friend-maid of her
advises him to marry as follows:
Fishermen used to wear water-lily and
Njalal flowers on their head. They live in their small village with bad smell.
You, the Man of that kind of land track.
She is thinking on your friendship
withering her shoulder lean. She is watching the love-rendezvous where the
branch of Punnai-tree touches the lagoon bubbles made by sharks.
King Kuttuvan is a philanthropist
endows gifts coming on mounting on horse or chariot. His capital is Kalumalam. She
is as beauty as the capital city. Now she lost her beauty; and is suffering
without sleep.
It is a thorn tree under which God lives. In
the nest of the tree a female bird is in love-sick waiting for mating with its
male. It is midnight. Even at this time you are preparing to leave home. It is
not good. Think of marring her.
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| God under tree The poem speaks abut a thorn tree under which God abodes in its Grace |
A poem by: SagalAsanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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