251. A Song Written By Maarippiththiyaar
We have seen ladies , who are like the
kollippaavai, are in love with him. But today he who has such a
handsome appearance , bathes in the water falls. He lights velvi
fire in the logs brought by the elephant and dries his hair.
252. A Song Written By Maarippiththiyaar
Once he attracted peacocks like
beautiful ladies like a hunter catching peacocks with nets.. Now
he has hair without oil which has lost its black colour and looks
like the thillai creeper as he bathes daily in the water falls. He
is plucking the tender leaves of the thaali creeper.
253. A Song Written By
Kulampandhaayanaar
You don't worry thinking about me. The
young soldiers with kanni are still fighting , but you are lying
dead alone. You tell me how can I convey the death news ? I am
crying raising my hands ,which have no bangles , up like the young
bamboo has lost its barks.
254. A Song Written By Kayamanaar
The young and old who have come to
fight , have returned. You are lying dead. If I am crying beating my
chest with hands without bangles, say this to the relatives . They
will say this to your mother. Your mother always praises saying that
my son will be my support who has wealth and fertility like a banyan
tree which gives shelter to many birds. What will be her condition
on hearing about your death? Alas ! Her misery cannot be measured.
She cannot be consoled.
255. A Song Written By Vanparanar
My heart wishes to cry louder as you
are dead. But I fear if I do so , the tiger will come and take your
body. I am not strong enough to take your body from here. Let
Yamaa who made me lament also lament. If you hold my hands and
stand up , we can reach the shadow near the hill side.
256. The Name Of The Poet Is Not Seen
Oh man who is making mud pot ! The
wheel of the cart goes round the axle. Like that , I followed my
husband in the long life travel. Be kind enough to make such a big
vessel which is capable of placing two bodies in. I wish I should be
placed with the body of my husband.
257. The Name Of The Poet Is Not Seen
He will give sufferings to the enemies
like the small stone which comes inside the chappal gives suffering.
He has strong legs, beautiful stomach, broad chest, beard, cold eyes
and cheeks which are up to the ears. He has a bow. He has never gone
out of his village . He has o long forest fort. He pointed out the
way where the cows of the enemies are going. He thought something in
his mind. He changed the bow in his right hand to the left hand. That
is all. His enemies are destroyed . Their cows become his property.
How many cows ! But even then there is no sound of drawing milk.
There is no cherning sound of the curd in his house . Why ? He did
not have all the cows for himself. He has given all of them to
others.
258. A Song Written BY Ulochchanaar
He drank much giving the big gathering
of cows as price for the toddy. He ate tasty flesh. He rubbed his
hand with the flesh at one side of the bow and started to seize
the enemies' cows. He will bring a lot of cows before others drink
one time. So don't touch the toddy pot. Close the toddy pot. He
will come with an eager of drinking toddy.
259. A Song Written By Perumpoodhanaar
The cows go with the bull. The bow
warriors do not follow them. They are hiding themselves in the
bushes expecting those who come to take back them. It is not right
for you to go not knowing this. If you wish to take back your cows
which jump like the Pulaiththi who is caught by the goddess you
don't go now.
260. A Song Written By
Vadamodhangkizhaar
The Paanan suffers as the sorrowful
vilarippan sounds in his yaazh. His wife comes with untied hair
before him. He does not mind these. He worships the forest god and
goes thinking whether he will meet the lord. Oh Paanaa ! Listen to
me. You can plough the land which was given by him to you or you may
decide to die. It is left to your choice. Our lord escaped from the
enemies like the moon escaped from the snake. He reached his land and
left his life as the snake removes its skin. Here he is standing as a
“nadukal” on which his fame is written and which is adorned with
the feathers of the peacock.
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