Purananuru - Part 252

His matted hair wan as new leaves of a tillai tree, bleached
by the white roaring waterfall, he plucks the leaves from a dense
growth of tali bushes, who to capture the woman that now lives
in his house, and is as lovely as a peacock
without guile, would go hunting with a net of words in days gone by!
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Pulavans
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