Elegy -

Purananuru 242

The young will not wear it.
Bangled women will not pluck it.
Neither minstrel, nor his singing woman,
will bend this stalk of jasmine
with the crook of a lute
to wear it in their hair.

Cattan of the Big Lance
who mastered men
with his manhood,
is gone.

Why do you bloom now,
jasmine,
in this land of Ollai?
Author of original: 
Kutavayir Kirattanar
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