“If you leave her, is there any
medicine to cure her shoulder-leaning?” the friend-maid asked the man of her
lady. Hearing these words, the man avoids his decision of earning wealth in a
distant place.
Male and female gray-doves with red-legs fly away to a
distant place; eat prey searching in hot sand; and suffer chasing mirage for
water. You, man are thinking to go on earning through such a route. There you
will see the love-doves eating Indian-gooseberry which save new passengers-by
also.
If you think to earn in such a place, I
grace it success.
But one thing, you have to think.
King Aviyan rules in Kallur region. There
are bamboos in his mountain among clouds. Your girl has beautiful shoulder as
that of the middle part between the knots of bamboo said above. It will fall
leaning-sick thinking your love. Is there any medicine to cure in your distant
earning place? No.
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| Love doves |
A poem by: SenKannanar of
KaviriPumPattinam village.
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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