“You go there itself to enjoy her (the
concubine)”, his wife sulks with him.
She is a girl of tempting with her
hissing teeth, love-bubbles in face, lusting glace, vast breast, narrowing
eyebrow. She is young in age; the mud where the rich men’s chariots stop; flog
hoisting toddy-shop; yielding paddy field. Hailing her in this way go to her in
makeup in your own style.
King Palayan the ruler of Por village where
a sluice of river Cauvery irrigates the fields is a viceroy of King Cholas. If he
aims at a target, it will not fail. In such away her eye glace will not fail
making a man fall in her lust. You, my man, go to her to enjoy.
A poem by: Paranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.

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