O' my maiden friend who has long broad shoulders
with glittering eyes like the curved sword!
Had not my mother - who says not to see
the Pandya king with my eyes, Maran
who wears the garland that had loosened,
who has the army that won the battle with kings
of other adjacent countries and fetched their land,
and he who has the spear with manly winning fire,
- been the youngster girl those days
and crossed to this stage of old age?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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