The hero leaves again to earn wealth,
speaks to his mind.
You, my mind! You like to hug your
lover with beautiful breast comfortably. So you decide to earn wealth more. You
are here in a distant place.
This is the way in which salt-sellers
go on wooden cart loaded salt; where hero-stones appear. You are walking with
your faded garland wearing in your body that had no bath in water. The scripts
in signpost are damaged and they are leading to wrong direction. The sun is so bright
that you cannot open your eyes. ‘Yaa’-tree is budding. You are resting in the
shadow of ‘Illam’-tree. You are helping others to load and unload the articles
from the back of carrying donkeys. You are helping weapons to the passengers
traveling with open hand.
You, my mind, you are indulging in a tremendous
Endeavour repeating the same. Please remember, you are leaving your girl with
alluring eyes and sweet lips.
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| Signpost there were signposts with Tamil scripts in forest routes |
A poem by: Marutan IlaNaganar of
Madurai village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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