My lover is a kind-less man, the lady
says to her friend-maid.
Bear family eat Irumbai flowers. The left
portions of the flowers will be gathered girls of Palaiyar race who used to
wear green-leaves-dress for decoration. They save the flowers in bamboo container that
will change into sweet after some days. My lover crossed country where such
kind of people lives, leaving me alone here. He is so kind-less.
Panar, the musicians are experts in
playing ‘Yal’ string instrument. King Titiyan usually waits in his royal-yard
to hear music of the said artist and endow to them gifts of ornaments. Once he
pulls out his sword from its cover to fight against people of ‘Velir’ race. There
was no one to stand against him. As his sword receives no pray, the area in
which he is passing through will be dry have nothing to eat. He is passing
there leaving me here alone. So he is kind-less.
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| Bamboo container They preserve Trumbai flowers in bamboo container |
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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