You are the man of the river-bed land
where the buffalo sleeps on sand done after eating water-lily flowers in pond;
and refusing lotus in the same pond. Having water-lily creeper on its horn, the
buffalo appears as a farmer carrying seedlings hanged in both sides of a wooden
rod. You are sleeping with me pretending as you are in love with me after return
from your concubine’s house. I wouldn’t believe your behavior.
King ‘Vayavan’ destroyed his enemies
in his capital Irumbai. You make my flowers on my braided hair as that of the
king’s capital Irumbai. I wouldn’t believe your lie.
The lady says to her husband.
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| buffalo |
Poet: Paranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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