The mind of the man, who is in his
earning venture, is wavering. The thinks his lover face in response while
leaving her.
I am indulging in my venture strongly.
By the time I could not recalling event when I leave my lover.
I informed her about my departure; by
the route teak leaves will fly in cyclone; and hide the passing-steps. She bends
her face down; and scratches the floor by her toe. Tears fall on her breast. She
could not stand as usual. She is trembling. Her face is in her hair screens. It
appeals me through her sighing “please consider the decision of leaving”. She tried
to hug me in tension. This event stands before me. What shall I do?
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| Tears |
A poem by: IlanKiranar son of
Eyinantai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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