White crows are flying over the sea as
the seven stars in the clean blue sky to be worshiped.
The friend-maid adds to her lady when
the man of her lady’s lover hearing in a distance.
You, my lady! The love he gave you in Littoral
Park with Punnai trees that is blooming as the egg of a finch living in
village, broken spread is pinning your mind.
With these words she wants covey the
message that he must get her by marriage.
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| finch \ ஊர்க் குரீஇ |
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| eggs of finch |
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| white crow \ சிறு வெண் காக்கை |
Poet: IlaNaganar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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