Which is sweet, you come for her or
she waits for you? The friend-maid asked the hero, the lover of her lady.
You are the man of the mountain where
Vengai-tree blooms in the evening having rain drops, as the rising sun at sea
in morning.
You come here at midnight to get my
lady having a spear in hand as your sole companion; and garland made of fresh
flowers with fragrant. It is sweet.
She, my lady is anxiously waiting for
you obeying my advice, during the span of benevolent house arrest of her father
and mother. It is good more than that sweet.
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| Waiting |
A poem by: IlanDevanar, a general
merchant in Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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