There is no other way; we have to bear
his (hero) parting, the friend-maid says to
her lady, the heroine.
Once he hugged you to increase your
beauty; impress your mind be pleased. Now he left you to swim in tears. You are
sighing. You are suffering in love pain. He knows about your pain. There is no
other way to him other than doing his earning duty. Even though, he is
merciful. He will return to you early. Don’t be afraid of.
He is crossing the way where snakes
will be hungry with its shrinking body as an empty jewelry cloth-bag. The crows
will be moving with their voice in low as a spy behaves, to eat the shedding blood
while stitching the wound in a man’s body; the wound by hit arrows aimed by robbers.
We are in a position to consider these matters.
A poem by: IlanKadunKo, a poet famous
in poems on arid track
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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