“You my friend, I am worrying why he
leave me after marriage?” the heroine says to her friend-maid.
He holds my hands with bangles in
marriage ceremony; the bangles were made of sawing conch. Now he leaves my
hands and is earning in a distant place. King Nannan is a sincere ruler by law
as Death-God; and also a benevolent king endowing his wealth to the artists who
praise him in poem, as spring yields water. There is a mountain ‘Elil-Kuntram’
by name in his region where elephant puts its hand on its face feeling pain
while fetching leaves Vengai-tree to eat. He crossed the country to earn. What shall
I do?
A poem by: MaMulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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