The mother repents for her daughter
eloped with a man.
My daughter grew Vayalai-plant in
pot-tub. She used to water it fetching in self-hands-cup. She made it creep on
twist-shed. This is one kind of play she used to. She played jugglery; is
another play. She built toy-house in her gay; is yet another play. That is the
way in which she enjoyed in my house. When she carries water for her plant I shall
joke her critically; for which she make smile with her sweet words. She did not
stay in a corner of the house which is always busy in feasting hosts. She appears
beautiful in her face.
Such an innocent girl eloped with a
man having no relation. She went through a dangerous route where bear eats
Iruppai-flower. It is the land rifted in sun heat.
You, people come and see the omen-lines
Kudal she draw under the shadow of Motchi-plant that which was used make make
her leaves-dress.
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| Omen-line Kudal she will draw circle on sand shutting her eyes if it join at the exact point she will take it as a sign of good omen that her lover will meet her otherwise the meeting will end in failure |
A poem by: Kayamanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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