The friend-maid attracts the lover of
her lady giving a clue to enjoy her lady.
You, the Man of the littoral land,
played with us making sand-doll, kick the sea waves and gather Adumbu flowers in
creeper on sand done. You plead her in sweet words for which she responds nothing.
You are about to return home. Please attend my words. Try to come to our
residence. We have enough paddy got exchanging to our salt, at our home. We will
feed your horse with paddy-flour. There is no necessity for you to sleep alone
with your garland. You can get her hug in bed. We belong to salt-farmers get
salt without rainfall. There is no bar to get her enjoyment.
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| salt field |
Poet: Ulochanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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