The hero advises his chariot driver.
We received tribute from the opponent
kings when we beat our victory band covered with face-leather peeled from the
elephant that killed tiger. It is raining golf balls like girls spreading pebbles
on floor along with thunder. Tie the four white horse our chariot; drive them
swiftly the wheels cut the wed soil; and I will catch eyes of my wife waiting
for me now at once.
 |
| raining golf balls ஆலங்கட்டி மழை | ஆலி மழை | அத்திக்கட்டி ஆலங்கட்டி | மழைக்கட்டி |
A poem by: Kuttanar of Madurai village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
No comments:
Post a Comment