He held
my hands in street, the lady says to her friend-maid.
He is
the Man of the river-pond where tortoise turns as a band used to tell the royal
message; the tortoise eats the waste foods washed in upper water that flows
down in flowing water; where water-cock raises its voice on watching the
tortoise turning upside down in water; the voice of which is that of the said
music. He pulls my hands in the middle of the street to accept his love. “Annai”,
I cried; and he left my hands.
What I have done is bad with my sharp tongue.
I loved him. But all of a sudden I did badly. Parambu is a country ruled by King
Nannan. Diamond shaping is famous in that area. They fix the diamond inn vex at
the end of a stick to hold and shape in a revolving wheel. My tongue is as
sharp as that diamond. After that I hide the event from the knowledge of my
mother, because of my intension.
Hearing these words the fried-maid
says: don’t worry, he will open your door for you as the opponents of the King
Nalladi opened the gate of the fort in his capital ‘Vallam’. King Nalladi is
the nephew of Chola Kings. You are a girl with beautiful hair like that of rattan
bush in the pond with flowers Water-lilies. There is no wrong in his part if he
did not open your door, as you have did wrong.
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| sustainable rattan this rattan like hair in long size |
A poem by: Paranar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.

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