He speaks to his mind.
Pleasure and pain, union and separation
will pass in life as day and night move. You, my mind must remember these phenomena
and face them with courage. If you want to go on earning in a distant place as
your desire drives, will you consider my ambition? You must know the route on
which you are going to; the mirage taunts the animals as water; the snake removed
skin hangs on rock will appear as live waterfall. The crows live on tree with
trunk ant-hill will eat the dead body; and the robbers who attacked the
passers-by from their back will feel for their deed laying down their striking
stick. Such a tearful route, in which, you are going to travel. While you pass,
will you consider my love ambition?
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| Mirage |
A poem by: Sattan Pudanar lives Pagai
street, Marungur village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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