1932. Her mother says,
“You, the heroic lord, burnt Lankā
and you drank the milk of the devil Putanā
when she came in the middle of the night and killed her.
Our young girls decorated with flowers dripping with honey love you,
but you ignore their love and don’t care about them—
you’re just like the mothers who take away a cup of milk
from their children’s hands whenever they want
and don’t worry about it.
What can I say about you?”
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(The words may be rearranged to facilitate poetry to prose conversion (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continiously to form the sentence and understand the simple meaning of those verse.)