She accepts his love by body language.
The man reveals the matter to her friend-maid.
I asked her, “You, my nice and sweet
girl! Shall I come to the field of your father and make leaves-dress for you with
bunch of tender leaves, to remove the coldness in season? Or shall I come to
the pond where we played hiding us behind water lily flowers in the pond? I
want kiss your sweet teeth.” She responds with her favorable signals. Then she
returns back to her village as female deer leaves the male deer with love in
mind. When she leaves me with a slow gentle tread I enjoyed her beauty of her
backside. Now, I am unable to regain my mind that went away behind her.
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| Leaves-dress |
Poet: Mallanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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