A Memory of the Hill
Purananuru 114
Stand here, you can see the hill;
go far away, you still see it.
Like a scatter of fiber
after an elephant's meal
was the refuse
of the wine-press there,
the flowing wine
muddying the yards
in the hill
of our great chieftain,
giver of chariots.
Stand here, you can see the hill;
go far away, you still see it.
Like a scatter of fiber
after an elephant's meal
was the refuse
of the wine-press there,
the flowing wine
muddying the yards
in the hill
of our great chieftain,
giver of chariots.
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