Please mote. Your eyebrow like crescent
has lost its beauty. Bangles in hand are slipping. We try to hide the news with
coy. But the village is murmuring the clandestine relation between you and your
lover.
The pregnant female crane sitting in
farm longs for eating sea fish. It could not fly to a distance. The male crane
fetches the sea-fish to its female. Your man is the owner of such area. We like
to hide the murmuring news to him. But the tears in your eyes betray your
feelings.
The lady speaks the matters to her
friend-maid. It is their intention; the man hearing in a distance should marry
the lady.
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| male, female, young cranes |
Poet: Ilaveyinanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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