This is a monologue of the hero.
It is raining day and night. Now is
midnight. I am shivering in cold as a man under sliding land in hill slope and
as a stick of a man killing a snake. Lust appetite is killing me. My approach
to get my lover fails. You, my mind are suffering with heavy heart beat. There is
no other way. Be as you are.
Pothil is a mountain in the region of
King Titiyan. Roaring fight-sound of tiger and wild-pig will hear in the
mountain. The mountain peoples gather honey-comb hanging in rock-caves. There are
peaks in the mountain no man can climb. There are Mountain-Damsels in the
mountain. As they are not enjoyable, my lover is also approachable. You, my
mind, I swear you ‘be suffering’ forever.
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| honey gathering |
A poem by: Paranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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