The clouds rob the water in eastern
sea. They move as leather-safety force of Tamil Monarchs; and seize the huge
hills. They pour rain with lightening as their victorious flags; and thundering
as the monarch’s ear drum. So the waterfall will fall shining as the sward used
in war.
He, my lover will come tomorrow
mounting on horse. Let you swim along with him as you once enjoyed. He is the
man who did your beauty fall down. By swimming with his company, your angry on
him for not meeting for a time, will be removed. Are you ready?
The friend-maid asks her lady.
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| Lovers swim |
A poem by: Kapilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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