Protector-friend says to the hero.
The elephant force after the war is over
trumpets as thundering.
The king hoisted victory flag.
Cows and calves are playing after
grassing.
The cowherd with his cows is returning
home from the meadow playing flute music.
All of your followers are returning
home.
If you reach return back to your house
on your chariot driven whipping the horse by your driver where will be the pale-color
of love-sick in the forehead of your wife? It will disappear.
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| chariot |
A poem by: Kaduvan Mallanar, a dancer
in Tamil Culture belongs to Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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