She is lying on her bed decorated with
garlands. Her baby is crawling on her breast eating milk. The baby is wearing
Kinkini ornament in his waist. Her belly is alluring. Her mouth smiles
majestically. That is her mind. She is valuable more than your soul and my
soul. Her eyes are turning, studying something strange in your character. You,
my Lord, please consider her dependence upon you. If you leave her for earning in
a distant place, without considering her position, nobody can say what the
result would be.
The friend-maid says to the husband of her lady.
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| Her baby is eating milk |
Poet: IlanKiranar son of Eyinandai
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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