The friend-maid advises the man of her
lady’s lover.
You, my lord, you are sighing as an
elephant lies sleeping, when you happened to see birds returning home and
couples walking in thought of your, my lady. Please fallow my words. At present
she is unreachable, in house arrest of her mother, as the mountain of King
Pari. Pari is a philanthropist. He enjoys toddy with others in Palmyra
leaf-cups. His mountain is famous for jack-fruits. But it is not approachable by
enemies. As the mountain she is unreachable.
Marriage bond is the only way for you
to get her, she advises.
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| sleeping elephant |
Poet: Kapilar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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