The man seeks the help of his
attending-friend with these words.
She is the affectionate daughter of a
Kuravan, a man dwelling in hill. She is in her fort no other man reach her
place; and she wouldn’t accept your love-request. She is young without matured
mind. Please forget her.
You, my friend, you are compelling me
with these words. You consider my position.
Kolli-Hills are famous for
jack-fruits. There is a rock-cut of a girl in the western portion of a
water-fall on the top of the hill. It will not be shacked by rain-storm, heavy
rain, thunder, earth quake or any other natural disaster. It is guarded by
Deity. As the sculpture stands, she, my lover is erecting in my mind. What can I
do?
Poet: Paranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.

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