The friend-maid blames the hero. The heroine
advises her speak positive good of him.
The heroine starts: you my friend, you
blame my lover that he left me to suffer with loss of complexion like some vex
pour on tender leaf in Ya-tree. I cannot bear you blame. If he happens to hear
your words, it will spoil his Endeavor. Anyhow he will not postpone his return
in time.
He is traveling in the mountain route
where elephant trumpets raising its trunk as broken Palmyra tree in heavy blow
of Western wind. Even if he crosses distant hills, he will not stay more than a
day he assured me to return. You, please, speak positive words as good omen.
If your words impact positive result,
then it is alright. It will cure my sufferings. Suppose he will stay there to
earn more in his greed, the message itself is enough for me to be comfort.
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| elephant trumpets |
A poem by: Kalladanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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