“Yellow-millets are yielding bending
their heads. The corns of the millet are with plant-milk. Parrots are waiting
at the rock to steal and eat. You, my daughter go to field and gourd the yields
from parrots, playing Thattai and Kavanai musical instruments.” Your father
requested us this way. But the mother graces with the words “Let the flower Vengai
be blossom”. “You, my lady”, the friend-maid adds to her lady “What she hints
by these words; whether she wants us to go to the field or she is going to confine
you in house arrest, knowing your friendship with your man, I could not guess.
The friend-maid says these words to
her lady, by which the man, the lover hearing the words in a distant place
should get his lover by marriage bond.
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| parrots at clay lick in Peru country |
Poet: Aiyur Mudavanar (a lame man in Aiyur village)
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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