It is interesting to ridicule. He allures
my heart. But he is begging my heart. It is interesting. The lady says to her
friend-maid.
He begs me with these words. You are
wearing selected Mundagam flowers on your braided hair; you are playing with your
friends in waves; your narrow hip and broad waist allure me; you have taken my soul;
may I know who you are. With these words, he bends his head before me. He has
already made fall in love with his alluring beauties when he is arriving in his
horse-chariot. He is the Man of littoral country. Is it not a joke he begs a
poor girl?
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Poet: AllanKiranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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