The friend-maid says to her lady’s
lover.
The waves are moving to shut the
petals of various kinds of water-lilies. There are no crabs moving in the mud
of the shore. There are no other human beings treading on. It is calm. You, the
lover of my lady, not prepare your chariot tying horse to return home. Fulfill
my lady’s quest. Please rest at night today in our village. The people of the village
today did not go on fishing at sea. They are gathering rare conchs twisting
clockwise and pearls in the village of Korkkai bay. Look at the village there
at the side of the sand dune. That is our village we want you to stay
there.
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| normal conch twisting anti-clockwise |
A poem by: sentan Kannanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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