“Where the sun rises and sets, I don’t care”, the poet says, “I am under the care of King Aviyan”.
That was the moment, the cock crows in the morn.
The snow was pouring.
I was playing my drum-Kinnai, beating gently with small sticks.
I did it at the outside of the gate.
The king came in curiosity.
The queen was hugging his back.
She is a woman of chastity.
She is beautiful in her waist and belly.
I was in pitiable position in look.
I praised king of his achievements.
They took me inside.
There was a fragrant of water-lily filled with.
(Here some words are missing in the poem).
They dressed me with new clothes.
It was like the worn-out skin of snake and also like the leaving skin in bamboo tree.
I felt happy.
He is the king of a forest land where baby monkey will play free after feeding mother’s milk.
Now I am feeling like the baby monkey where else the sun rises and sets.
Poem by - Nappasalaiyar
Poem on - Aviyan