The friend-maid calls the man of her
lover to enjoy her lady at residence.
You come here so many days; rest in
the park of Punnai-trees; look at her in love; and leave in the evening in your
chariot pulled by the galloping horse with hoof-rhythm.
Today, please avoid leaving as usual.
She is as beautiful as the seashore
village Bavatiri in the region of King Tiraian. As soon as you leave here her
beauties are taken away by the waves of the lagoon with snakes and fishes. Why can’t
you stay with her in the night?
We have enough paddies exchanged for
fishes. We will feed you curd-rice. We will apply sandal past on your chest
made by our own hands using sandal-stone supplied by the northern peoples and
sandal-wood supplied by the western peoples. The fishermen will go on fishing
during the night. Look at there. Turn fishing-net is hanging in Talai-tree. That
is our village.
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| Fishing net |
A poem by: Nakkirar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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