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Monday, 26 September 2016

Agananuru 286

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?
pestle on mortar 

A poem by: OramPogiyar
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.


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