Husband being in a concubine’s house sends
a messenger to his own house to join with his wife. The friend-maid of his wife
says to the messenger these words.
He, the husband of her lady is the Man
of the littoral land where crane birds are waiting on sand dune near the drying
pond to eat fishes having oil in their head portion, as a king’s army camps in
war-field.
You, Pana, the messenger, go back and
say to you man, the present position of his wife.
The king of Mullur capital steals fetching
the cattle of cows by night. How the owners of the cows suffer so his wife is
suffering.
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| cows |
Poet: Kapilar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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