All are parting their wives to earn;
so I am, my lover says. If you part me I will die, I say. You my friend, tell
me what will happen, the lady asks her friend-maid.
He says it is a pleasing route with
Komtrai-flowers blooms in golden color as the golden ornament on the royal
elephant; and green climbers on the rock. It is spring season pleasurable to
travel. As others I intend to go on earning, though somebody dislike.
I say, if you part me, I will not live
with my life.
You, my friend, tell me what will
happen?
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| Flower-Kontrai |
Poet: KutiraiTariyanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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