Tiṉai allatu Cañcīvaṉi

A bronze pot was bouncing up and down under the feet of the moonlight shining through the window. Who are you worm that hides in the copper and drags me into trouble. I am millet. Three handfuls of millet poured into an ancient copper pitcher, piled up and garlanded with flowers. Talking about millet and honey Who made the mischief to pass the time in which pub? The copper fell noiselessly at his feet.