He advises to his mind.
She is beautiful with her face like
lotus; eyes like petals of water-lilies; and behavior of innocent. She will
attack me with play-fight if I move aside with a thread-like gap in hugging her
breast having bra. You, my mind, I informed you politely that there is no other
best thing than enjoying her. But you, my mind did not accept. You are always
in mood of earning wealth and come to the forest. Here you are thinking her. It
is too late as a tortoise wants to be at home in its pond while it is offered
to God in a sacrificing fire. Now we are climbing the mountain. Do not think of
her sweet teeth, words from mouth and broad breast. It is not good.
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| her beauty |
A poem by: IlanKiranar son of
Eyinandai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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