When the loving-girl relieved of tension?
The friend-maid says to the man of her lady.
You, the man of my lady are the man of
the mountain with pleasure of music sound sounds: music of waterfall and music
of bees at a time as the instrumental music of band and Yal.
You are coming here in thundering
night-time as a single man through a narrow mountain route where deer, elephant,
snake and tiger pass.
You can get her enjoyment today, if
you like; but tomorrow onward not to come by this way. Today as soon as you
reach home, you must blow your music horn; that you used to call your hunting
dogs parted in bamboo jungle, as an indication of safety.
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| Love enjoyment |
A poem by: Kapilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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