What Her Girl Friend Said to her lover on his return

Kuruntokai 210

Melt all the butter
from all the cows of all the cowherds
in the woods of Nalli who has strong chariots,

mix it
with the steaming rice
from the dense white paddy
of Tonti fields,

heap them
in seven bowls
and offer it all to that crow
that cawed those good omens

bringing guests
and an end to the grief
that has been wasting my girl's arms.

Even so,
the offering
would still be too little.
Author of original: 
Kakkai Patiniyar Naccellaiyar
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