My daughter eloped with her lover
leaving her anklet here. If she would have treaded with the anklet it would
have alarmed. The mother grieves.
There will be no water in spring-pond
on her route. The western heavy wind blows through the cave-pond raise music
like drum-beating.
Male deer will wait not eating Irumbai-flower
to feed its female.
Grassing cows call for bull. The cowherd
digs soft soil to secrete water in it. They make the water to drink their cow
family. After the cows moved elephants use the water drinking in turn first
calf, then female and at last male.
Is my daughter rest in a corner of
such open space?
Or, will she walk in front of him in
night? He is a man of skill in archery.
What shall she doing, I am worrying.
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| Anklets in legs காலில் சிலம்பு |
A poem by: Kayamanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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