குறுந்தொகை – பாடல் 126.
(The Heroine speaks to her friend at the advent of the season)
“With scant regard for the joys of youth
He left from here seeking his fortune.
He has not yet come back!
Where could he be now?”
When thus we are worried,
The season of rain, cool and fragrant,
With its assemblage of buds,
Of the rain-fed mullai vines
Serving as its glittering teeth
Laughs at us!
– Poet Okkur Macatti
– Translated by A.Dakshinamurthy.