The friend-maid hints politely about
the words of lies and ill-behavior of her lady’s husband.
The girls pound sands like fish-eggs,
using sugarcane pounding-sticks as pestle, under the shadow of Kanji tree, as
their parents pounding food-grains using wood pestle. They sing praising their
parents’ wealth while playing pounding game along with musical strike of
pounding. On hearing the sound halcyon sleeps on old tree, hearing this music. He
is the Man of such track.
You are a gentle man to obey the words
of scholars. But you did not. You enjoy a concubine-girl; and say lie that you
didn’t. You, the man of great, pretends to be innocent. Then where will truth
abide?
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| pestle on mortar |
A poem by: OramPogiyar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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