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Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Agananuru 272

My mother took him as God Murugan when my lover enters into my house to enjoy me; what shall I do, the lady asks her friend-maid.
While killing a tiger, the face of the elephant was stained in blood by the attack of the tiger. To wash its face the elephant goes to a waterfall at midnight. In such a dangerous route he, my lover comes. He did not care about the snow falling on. He is wearing garland made of two kinds of flowers Kulavi and Kutalam with the flowers’ smell. He enters into my thatched hut at the side of a huge rock. My mother saw him and took him as God Murugan and welcomes warmly. She worships him as God.
You, my friend, what shall I do having love-friendship with him? He is the man of the mountain where peacock calls its spouse dancing on the branch of Vengai-tree.
God Murugan 

A poem by: IlaVettanar, a cloth merchant in Madurai village
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.


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