The lady converses with her
friend-maid.
You, my friend, what shall we do
further? Flowers ‘Vengai’ in golden color smell alluring. We are guarding the yields
of foxtail millet from green parrots stealing with my Man’s company. Then we play
in the waterfall; making garlands with the flowers and wear. Now it seems we
cannot get his friendship for the time being. The millets have ripped to harvest.
After it was harvested we could not have the chance of come over here to enjoy
his friendship. What shall we do, hereafter?
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| திணை \ ripped foxtail millet is ready to harvest |
Poet: Kotranan Kotranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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