The friend-maid consoles her lady with
these words.
There is no water in pond and spring. The
soil in hill is sliding by sun-heat. The weather is hot. The elephant that
killed the tiger lost its strength; and stay with its female at the side of
trees. By this route, he is traveling. The crews of salt-merchants carry their
salt in van. They, their oxen and new travelers used to drink water digging
well. It is the region of King Pulli. People of Vadugar race roam there with
bows and arrows. They will drink a kind of wine made in fruit juice. Beyond that
country, there is the region of non-Tamil language is spoken.
Even if your man crossed these areas
he will return; and remove your spoiling health. You will regain the beauty
eyes like that of red-stem-jasmine, fragrant hair and alluring shoulder. Don’t
be worry.
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| Don't worry; you can regain your charm |
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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