The nursing-mother
feels for her eloped daughter.
It is the forest where bird bats will
hang on Irumbai-tree; the dry fruits of it the bats like; after having over
tasted Vembu-fruits. The bats will hang on tree like oiled thread floats in
lamp. There appears elephant defeating tiger with lines in its body as swords. Tree-Omai
glitters in morning light red in color with its trunk that the skin of it is
pealed by the male-elephant to feed to its female. How my daughter passes on
such a dreadful forest, I wonder. She would have a marriage ceremony there. Her
anklet would have been removed from her leg. I am not lucky enough to see the
anklet removing marriage ceremony.
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| Irumbai \ Iluppai \ இரும்பை \ இலுப்பை |
Poet: Kayamanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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