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.
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| 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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