Wavering mind of a man who is earning
in a distant place speaks.
She, my lover has complexion as tender
leaf in YA tree; and eyes with fondness. It is not good for me to live leaving her
separately. But the wealth is not with her. I have to earn here; what shall I do?
This is the second time I am leaving
her to earn. When I went last time, the pathetic events that I happened to see is
trebling my mind. It was the forest with rocks where oxen that pulled the cart
loaded with salt for sale. A man of Parppan caste was passing through the route
to convey a message from a man to another man, tying a letter written in
Palmyra leaf in his cloth. He appeared with fasting stomach. The robbers in
that area thought that he is carrying some valuable things in his cloth. They killed
him and found nothing except the letter. They knuckled crack their fingers and
passed away leaving his body. Some foxes eat the flesh of the body. At that
time I was resting under the shadow of a cactus plant.
You, my mind, you are deciding to go
again by the route. You didn’t consider my lover’s passion at midnight when
north wind blows in chillness. Is it correct?
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| eyes with fondness |
A poem by: PerunKadunKo, famous in his
poem on arid track.
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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