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Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Agananuru 275

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.
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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