There is no fault with him; it is my
fat, I am suffering parting him, the lady convenes herself saying to her
friend-maid.
You, my friend, please listen to me. He
has the chance of enjoying me at my residence rich promises situated by the
sand dune. The confidential relation is now in the villagers’ tongue. So my
mother confines me her control. Knowing this fact, he had mercy upon me.
He explains the situation. The season
is not suitable you can follow with me. King Allan annexed a portion of King
Atiyan’s territory and behaved boasting himself. After a time King Atiyan
recovered the portion from his opponent without any pomp. There was music in
blowing horn and band. The land appears arid at present that is not suitable to
fallow me treading with your tender feet. Please wait for some time until the
rain-fall. His decision is correct. Time passed. His diverted to earning in distant
place. He went on in a hot summer on the route where human-attacking elephants
roaming.
Now, how can I blame him? I am blaming
my destiny.
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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