It is the harbor, MarungurPattinam by
name, where sailing wind ships are standing at sea. There were salt fields. The
girls in that town dry the fishes in back-yard of their house promises saving
to host the new comers to their house. The crows will steal and eat the dried
fishes in daytime and at evening time steal fresh fishes gathered for sale and
flow away to the top of the poles in the ships. The girls are rich enough to
wear golden bangles in their hands. My lady is as beautiful as the harbor city.
Today I came with my lady for you. Her mother warns us not to go outside of the
house promises tomorrow onwards watching her bangles slipping in her hand in
love sick upon you. So, we will not come to this littoral park with flowers
tomorrow onwards. So marrying her is the only solution to get her enjoyment,
the friend-maid informs to the Man of her lady.
Poet: Nakkirar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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