
Bearing a message (Pahina Gamana)
O fair maiden of Achagiriya’s heights,Radiant jewel of Aparakamsa’s land—I stumble beneath the desert sun,Scorched and weary, bearing a message.You have trusted the whispers of others,And now prepare for your bridal journey. O god of the Veethakasma line,Though I poured offerings at your feet,You shattered the temple of my dreams.Now even I begin to crumble—Still…