The lady says about her position to
her friend-maid.
He, my lover is the Man of the
littoral land where water lilies blooms among their leaves in lagoons. I was
happy when he came to me without fearing crocodile attack. I feel as a king feels
being inside of a fort having enough warriors guarding the fort when even an
opponent attacks with elephant force. Now my lover stops presenting. So, I am
worrying. If I happen to hear birds’ sound at midnight when all the village
sleeping, I take the sound as the bell sound in his chariot coming on.
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| chariot |
Poet: Ulochanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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