Spring season attacks me as cock
attacks another cock, when my husband is not with me to enjoy, the lady says to
her friend-maid.
The beauty in my face is fading as the
dark eating the warm evening. By this time he is indulging in earning wealth in
distant place. Having s spear alone as his companion, he is traveling in a
dangerous forest where the tiger roars as the sound arise when the peasant-girl
wave-twisting the milk in pot to get butter, to remove the hungry of the
female-tiger watching for wild pig to get prey. There will be shadow lines of
old trees to rest a while. The land will be dry everywhere. That is the route
he will crosses.
You, my friend listen to me.
When my husband not return to me the
spring season is attacks me. It makes Murukkam-flower wither. As a cock attacks
another, the spring is attacking me forcefully. I feel there no way to reduce
my love-desire.
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| Cock fight As the cock attacks, the Spring attacks me when I am waiting for him in love sick, she says |
A poem by: Karuvur NanMarban
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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