Seventh Century
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- 670 – 669 – 668 – 667 – 666 – 665 – 664 – 663 – 662 – 661
- 660 – 659 – 658 – 657 – 656 – 655 – 654 – 653 – 652 – 651
- 650 – 649 – 648 – 647 – 646 – 645 – 644 – 643 – 642 – 641
- 640 – 639 – 638 – 637 – 636 – 635 – 634 – 633 – 632 – 631
- 630 – 629 – 628 – 627 – 626 – 625 – 624 – 623 – 622 – 621
- 620 – 619 – 618 – 617 – 616 – 615 – 614 – 613 – 612 – 611
- 610 – 609 – 608 – 607 – 606 – 605 – 604 – 603 – 602 – 601
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Famous quotes by seventh century:
“Tired,
she looked up the path
her lover would take
as far as her eyes could see.
On the roads,
traffic ceased
at the end of day
as night slid over the sky.
The traveller’s pained wife
took a single step towards home,
said, ‘Could he not have come at this instant?’
and quickly craning her neck around,
looked up the path again.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Expecting me to grovel,
she carefully covers both feet
with the hem of her skirt.
She pretends to hide
a coming smile
and won’t look straight at me.
When I talk to her,
she chats with her friend
in cross tones.
Even this slim girl’s rising anger
delights me,
let alone her deep love.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“My bangles left.
My best friends, tears,
went on forever.
My self-control
wouldn’t sit still for a minute.
My mind made itself up
to go on ahead.
When my man
made up his mind to go,
everything else went,
just like him.
Life,
if you must go, too,
then don’t forsake
your entourage of friends.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Hearing the low sound
of a cloud scattering rain
at midnight
and thinking for an eternity
on his absent young wife,
a traveller heaved a sigh
and with a flood of tears
howled the whole night long.
Now, villagers won’t let him stay
in their place anymore.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“When he bit
that bud of her lower lip,
she started,
shook a finger,
arched her brow,
and hissed,
‘Leave me alone, you fool,’
her eyes narrowing into slits.
Whoever kisses
such a haughty woman
wins the drink of immortality.
Those idiot gods
churned the ocean
for nothing.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)