My mother keeps me in her sight
control. My play-mates feel sad without my presence. They appear with their
un-braided hair as fading creepers in the forest. My mother knows this. Even though,
she is keeping me in her arrest. My father is in harbor with his wind-ship that
arrived from some other counties. My youngness is as taste as toddy. It is in
the back-yard of my house. I wouldn’t accept marriage any other man except you.
Let my youngness become aged.
These are the
words to the hero by the friend-maid of the heroine.
He would
marry the lady and enjoy and enjoy her beauty in her young stage without spoiling,
is the aim of the speech.
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| Foreign trade of the Tamils by ships |
Poet: Auvaiyar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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