You are the man of the littoral land
where tree Punnai (Calophyllum) having branches as iron, leaves blue in color,
flower like silver in color, pollen like gold in color. The beetles eat honey
in flowers of the tree will be humming. You, the man of my lady, your horses in
pulling you chariot mistaking the humming sound as tiger’s roar, gallop fast. In
such a fast your chariot comes to my street for my lady. It makes the women in
the street murmuring the clandestine relationship between you and my lady.
These are the words of the friend-maid
to the man, by which she indicate him to marry to get her.
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| Punnai (Calophyllum) \ புன்னை |
Poet: Ulochanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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