He is the Man of the village were lotus
blooms as flaming lamp; its leaf is like the ear of an elephant; in the pond in
which the Valai, a boal (trichiurus leptarus) dreads
the girls to go out.
You are the woman supplying him new
woman to him to enjoy. Your tongue will not speak truth benevolent word; and
hide the happening truth to other relatives to him. I shall not relay upon your
words. Your words are folly like the inside of a drum.
The lady
speaks about Virali-woman, a mediator in love affairs and a dancer.
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| Valai, a boal (trichiurus leptarus) |
Poet: Paranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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