The lady in her clandestine love
period says that it is better if my man will not come to meet me today. It is
midnight the ghosts are moving and the village is in dead sleep. Kanavar, the
village gourds are playing their sting Yal instrument raising a dreadful rhythm
called Kurunji. The tiger is roaring in its cave after fighting a brave
elephant. Lightning and thunder dread the cobra searching its prey in the route
by which he used to come. So, it is better, if he will not come to me for
today, the lady converses to her friend-maid.
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| Yal \ Yaal \ Yazh |
Poet: AlanPery Sattanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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