He is the Man of hill country with
waterfalls; and peacocks male and female dance together to enjoy the morning
sun. My forehead became sick pondering my man’s arrival. My mother reading my
sick without knowing the cause arranges for external human voice of omen placing
paddy budding carried by elderly women on a common yard. My love started when I
happened to see the man when I was guarding the yields of foxtail millet in the
mountain field. Will the omen says the truth?
The lady asks
her friend-maid.
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| peacocks male and female dance together |
Poet: Kulambanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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