My lover is the Man of the hills. He
is coming to hug me in midnight when the snakes roaming searching for prey. He is
the chief of the mountain people Kanavar who hunt porcupine; carry it to
residence with the haunts following. They used to live in huts thatched with
grass. My love with him is great. Now he is coming in daytime also. He didn’t
care about the murmuring of neighboring people. Again, he did not care the
stones coming from the slang that thrown to drive elephants from cultivated
fields.
In night,
snake is dangerous; at daytime slang-stones are dangerous.
You, my
friend-maid, what shall we do, the lady asked.
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| porcupine Hunter Kanavan hunts porcupine |
Poet: Vennaganar,
a blacksmith in Madurai
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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