The friend-maid consoles her lady. The
man, her lady’s lover is away in a distant place earning wealth. Her lady is in
love sick losing strength and beauty in her body. She is weeping tears in eyes;
the friend-maid continues; you my lady, you are in sulking angry with him. Please
see there. The clouds are moving to rain. As the king Andiran gathers elephants
to endow the needed, the clouds are moving.
It is the raining season in which he
is to return, as he assured to you earlier. Don’t worry. He will return.
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| elephant herd |
Poet: KarikKannanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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