Our village, the lovely oldest is
fertile by rich income by means of paddy when rains; by salt when drought.
It is sweet with its street where
fishes fry in fire and lagoon with Gnalal-flowers.
But, one thing; here is no sound of
the bell of his (your lover’s) chariot coming in seashore, the lovers-rendovaz.
The friend-maid
consoles her lady by these words, as she also feels for her lady’s meloncaly.
Yield of paddy is alluring as a termed
female deer used to catch wild male deer.
Salt field is alluring with
Mundagam-flowers.
The lovers’ rendovaz – bees eat honey
in Punnai-flower.
He did not come to enjoy the lady, is
their longing.
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| yield of paddy |
Poet: Ulochanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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