If your concubine sulks with you approach
me for your lust, is it your dignity? The heroine asks the hero.
You are a man of joy. Stand away from
me. The crane bird will sit in rattan bush; then under Ingai flower; then yet
another mango branch the tender leaves fondles it. You are a man lives in such land
track.
Is it your dignity? Your lust-girl
scorns you. She witched you her glance. She pulled your garland. At last she
made sulking with you. Then, you approach me for enjoyment. Is it your dignity?
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| Tender leaves of mango |
A poem by: SittalaiSattanar, a grain
merchant in Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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