She will lay on her mattress stoping
her head erecting her knee on bed and palm on chin and thinking about me. Will she
know my arrival or not, I am pondering.
I am here in another country. New friends
here are hailing my farewell. I achieved my earning limit. I am satisfied with
this. I am returning home. Whether my wife will know it or not, I do not know.
It was hot summer when I leave her. There
were no leaves in trees. She will look at the place where I started my journey,
whether I am returning. She will be counting the round mark putting her finger
on one by one that she marked on the wall every morning shedding her tears on
breast ornaments. She will lay on bed erecting her head by hand on bead. Will she
know my arrival or not?
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She is counting the days of my leaving
putting a line mark on the wall, in the picture. The poem points round mark.
அவளை நான் பிரிந்திருக்கும் நாளை அவள் கோடு போட்டு
எண்ணிக்கொண்டிருப்பதாகப் படம் காட்டுகிறது. பாடல் ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் ஒரு வட்டம் என்று
போட்டு எண்ணியதாகக் குறிப்பிடுகிறது | “வாள் அற்றுப் ’புற்கு’ என்ற கண்ணும் அவர் சென்ற
நாள் ஒற்றித் தேய்ந்த விரல்” – திருக்குறள்
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A poem by: IlanKiranar of Porunthil
village.
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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