This is a monologue by the hero who is
away from his wife.
Some men live in the same village lying
himself on the golden breast of their wives, seeing his friends in poverty;
seeing his relatives in difficulty; and seeing the men earn wealth being happy.
Day and night I was the crucial life of mercy-less. In order to help others, I come
here to earn wealth; and endeavoring to reach the goal.
I am here: my wife is there. How she
will be suffering, I am always thinking.
She rise in the early morning hearing
the Yal-music; and cuckoo sound calling its mate to eat flowers and mate. She will
be walking here and there as swan moves. My mind is pondering on her hair and complexion
of blue diamond. What shall I do at present?
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| Hair of a modern girl மை ஈர் ஓதி |
A poem by: IrunKon Ollaiyan
SenKannanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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