41."When we think of our hero's journey through the desert land with high hillocks, my left eyelashes flutter.Good dreams I have.So there is relief of pain to my soft shoulders.The calls of the lizard nearby bode well about the benefits to come.All these good omens indicate the return of our hero soon", said the heroine.
42."Has my innocent little daughter who followed the killing
tusker-like valiant hero, withered and grieved while passing through the track in the desert? Or else her gentle reddish feet may be walking on the stones filled desert path with her stones laid,
sounding anklets. I don't know", the good, grieving foster mother said.
43."The chief of the agricultural land, with his warring might
and boundless wealth, embraced his lovely son, laying him on his chest like the Vanchi creepers with raw fruits at the top, not knowing the sliding down upper garment.His son was like the pearl appearing
when the joints burst", said the friend to the heroine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem