Let your body as mattress to your
lover, the friend-maid guides her lady.
Your lover is returning back in the
evening in his chariot driving his horse. Prepare yourselves to offer your body
enjoyable to him.
He walked through the route with pebbles.
Fruits of Indian gooseberry fall on the pebbles by the storm like gold coins. Robbers
kill passengers for their wealth in hand. Male eagle will call its female to
share eating. He passed through such a dangerous route. He has fulfilled his
aim of earning and is returning back fond of enjoying you. Be ready with
makeup.
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| pebbles in route |
A poem by: Vennaganar, a goldsmith in
Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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