“Let me come along with you”, she
pleaded me; the hero goes to earn wealth thinks about his lover.
You, my mind, think about her. How will
she suffer in the evening and midnight thinking me?
The passers-by the route is not
interested reading the name and his benevolent adventure inscribed on hero
stone.
It is a small village with house yard fencing
with thorn bush where the babies of wild cat, appearing as stars around the
moon, fallow jumping its mother.
On hearing the band-music, when the peasant
brave men catching the bull, the kites will flow away spreading wings.
She is in that village. When I start
leaving her she pleaded me “I also come along with you”. How she will be
suffering, I am worrying.
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| Hero stone |
A poem by: Madurai Marutan IlanKiranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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