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July 18, 2005
From Cilappatikaram
From the Tamil epic poem Cilappatikaram.
Frail ankles bejeweled with circlets, Madhavi, that beauty of Puhar, Displayed upon the stage her dance, her precise diction, subtle sense of time, her knowledge of all rhythmic patterns, of the five sorts of temple songs, of the four systems of music, of the eleven kinds of dance. Her fame spread to the ends of the world.
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Posted on July 18, 2005 07:41 PM by indian171.
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