Purananuru - Part 49

Shall I call him a mountain king? Shall I call him a king of the plains?
Or a king of the lands by the sea, by the cool roaring ocean?
Kotai, with his sword on high! how can I place him in words?
When men of the mountains strike their noisemakers, from nearby then,
from the fields where bending blades of rice are swept by wind
and from the ocean rich in waters, as one all the birds take flight!
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Pulavans
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