From The Natrinai Four Hundred
International Institute of Tamil Studies, Chennai, 2000.
(The heroine’s friend joyfully announces that the hero comes with marriage proposal.)
In our lover’s domain,
A she-monkey steals away
The heavy ears of fresh millet
Which had ripened early
On the slopes in the fields
Guarded by the hunters’ daughters,
And then moves to the hill top with its mate
And crushes the ears and gathers a handful of the grains
And stores them in its wrinkled and curved pouch*1
And sits, its back exposed to the pouring rain,
Like the woman, who, after a holy dip
In the month of Tai*2, takes her austere meal.
Such a one has come here
Just like the timely rain
Pouring at midnight,
To save the pregnant paddy crops
Which are for long
Wilting for want of water
And when every tank is dry.
*1 within its mouth
*2 December- January.