She is alluring me with her beauties.
Her skin is as the punch of fresh Kurinji
flowers in the vast mountain slope.
Her eyes are two petals of water lily
in mountain-pond.
Her complex is like feather of
peacock.
She speaks in her sweet voice like
parrot.
Her shoulders are like bamboo.
In total she is as beautiful as an
alluring doll.
The fragrant of her hair is unforgettable
even by her mother.
Your lover is
praising you like this, the friend-maid says to her lady.
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| Kurinji flower in mountain her skin is as beautiful as the flours |
Poet: Pandiyan
Maran Valuti
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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