A concubine adopting a kind of
chastity relation with one man says these words.
It is bliss for me even if he not embraces
me pacifying my sulk, if his wife will be well aware of my relation with him.
It is difficult for me to live in a village
where he is not, even if he does not help me as hands help to eyes, when a dust
falls in eye.
There is a historical event of a woman,
who picks out her one breast for the illegal judgment of the unknown king which
kills her husband; and stands alone on thatched platform on Vengai tree and lasts
her life. Even after knowing this event, those who do not live together
embracing each other in relation of husband and wife are not in my good book. (ref: Silappatikaram)
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| dusts fall in eyes |
Poet: IlaNaganar son of Marutan belongs to Madurai
village
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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