Natrinai 271

The nursing mother feels and says when her daughter eloped with her lover.

I am here in her rich house. The buffalo delivers a calf and sleeps with it on its dung. She, my daughter is there with her lover. He is a brave man like a bull. He allured her with his words of lie. Believing his words she eloped. On their way Indian-gooseberries will be fall spreading. She eats them along with him. Then they drink water in the river-pond; the flowers float on water. She is my daughter. She has her eyes like the petals of water lily. I am suffering as the girls lost the moon light in the evening when they are playing pretending game of weeding in farm. The Death-God leaves me alone without taking my life. Let me put in a burial jar; and bury it upside down under the earth.

 

Indian-gooseberries 

Poet:  not known

This is a poem of second century B.C.

Refer the original text in Tamil.