Lusting or wealth, which one I choose,
you my mind advise me, the hero asked.
Water is running in the land-cut way
that the wheels of the chariot run on land, pulled by galloping horses. Plant green
grams are yielding as open fingers in hand. It is snow-season.
Lust-feeling calls me to its side and
bravery calls me to earn money on other side. Meanwhile I am suffering in a dilemma
as ant running in a wood between two ends in fire; where shall I go? She, my
lover is a pitiful girl. Our friendship is that of a link between a body and
its soul. You my mind decide.
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| yield of green grams are like open fingers |
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| lusting |
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| lusting |
A poem by: Netimaiyar having
white-hair in age-old
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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