கோட்டுப்பூச் சூடினும் காயும் ஒருத்தியைக்
காட்டிய சூடினீர் என்று.
I wreathed with flowers one day my brow, The angry tempest lowers;She cries, 'Pray, for what woman now Do you put on your flowers?'
Even if I were adorned with a garland of branch-flowers, she would say I did so to show it to another woman