Purananuru - Part 167

You when you confront a war win that war as you take
your stand routing their armies, your body slashed over
with the scars of wounds from their swords, and you become then
a grim sight to the eyes but a sweet thing to hear about!
But they, because when they see you they race away, their backs
turned away from you and so their bodies show no wounds, they
remain a sweet sight for the eyes yet a grim thing to hear about.
So you are sweet in one respect and they are sweet in another!
Where is there any difference then, master of swift horses
with the war anklets on your handsome feet, Killi! victorious
in battle? Yet it is you that this world
honors! Greatness! Why should that be? Now tell us why!
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Pulavans
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