The friend-maid advises her lady’s
lover to come to her house and stay as guest to her parents.
The man, the hero says, applying his
hands on his lover’s head, we spend all the daytime at the seashore where
crane-birds steel the drying fishes on sand spread in the morning; the fishes
gathered by net. It is evening at present. You my driver, attach the horses in
chariot for our journey. You my innocent girl, leave to your house with your
friend-maid.
On hearing this word, the lady feels
very much shedding tears. On seeing the tears in her lady’s eyes, the friend-maid
asked the hero thus:
My lady’s tear may result worst in her
part; hence you my lord, I think, it is better to come to our house as guests
passing through the way unexpectedly. If you will do her father born in rich
family will welcome you warmly and you and your followers as guests. It is not
good to travel at night where sharks are moving is sea waves.
 |
| he says touching her head |
A poem by: Ulochanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
No comments:
Post a Comment