What the Passersby Said to the Lover Eloping With the Girl

Kuruntokai 390

The sun is down.
to that sound.

Don't go there
with your girl,
she's like a young she-elephant.

Forest bandits are at the fence,
long ringed lances
gripped as in the heat of battle,

with drum-taps, now,
and now again,

the coming of the traders.
Author of original: 
Uriyur Mutukorran
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