Tamalan creeper climbs on sandal tree.
There will be honey hive on that tree. The man taking honey will cut the fragrant
green leaves of the creeper. You, the man of my lady, are coming through such a
route. Elephants will be fighting on the bank of the river; pernicious stones
like crystal appear at the ground at the steps of the elephants. You are coming
through such a route. There will be crocodiles in the water of the river. You come
crossing such a dangerous river. If you come so, how can I live having my life?
The friend-maid
says these words as her lady saying.
He must get
her by marriage, is her aim.
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| elephants' fight |
Poet: NalVettanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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