It is the bell sound hearing at a
distance from his (your lover’s) chariot
pulling by his galloping horse. His followers are chattering. It is sure, he is
coming. He is the Man of the littoral land, your lover, who enjoyed you in that
island and praised your feminine sexual parts (inner
and outer labia).
You, my friend, there see a
Punnai-tree welcomes you bending in midnight. Let us hide in its shadow for some
time to make a fun and enjoy his struggling on searching for you.
The friend-maid
says to her lady. This is a kind of love fun.
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Poet: Ammuvanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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