The foster-mother of an eloped girl speaks:
You, my daughter, look at my position.
The women who praise you come and return without seeing you. The parrot you
foster is refusing to eat on your absence. Your play-mates are not in
play-mood. The plants without pouring water in pot are not blooming. The God
you pray in wall starves without offerings. When I happen to see them I am suffering.
I could not read your thought of
eloping when you are here. “This is the day of bathing after your menses” I said.
You took the words in other meaning and felt.
Here is enormous wealth with your parents
like that of the King Chola has. You did not give them chance to give you with
a marriage ceremony.
You are brave enough to walk on arid
track with Omai tree in dry and erecting spear of God. You are behaving
suitable to tour hard-hearted loving man. That is your innocence.
There will be poor thatched house for
you with only one cow tied in a pillar in the house promises. You have the fat
of your marriage ceremony of leaving your anklets will have to be performed in
the poor house. I am suffering.
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| சிலம்பு \ silambu removal of this ornament is one of the ceremonies in ancient marriage |
A poem by: Nakkirar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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