He, my lover went on though the forest
where flowers and fruits from Kumulam-tree hang like in ear of a lady, fall
spreading on rocks. Without his presence let my life leave from my body, the
lady says. The friend-maid of her consoled her not to weep like this. Keep patience.
Think what for he is earning wealth. He wants to endow your kith and kin to be
happy. You will wear jewelry. Then why do you weep?
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| jewelry |
Poet: TuraiKuruMavin
PalanKotranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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