Purananuru - Part 102

Those who sell salt carry a spare axle with them lashed
to the wood underneath because they think about oxen
who are young and unacquainted with the yoke, about a heavy load
in the wagon which must pass over heights and travel low ground
and who knows what might happen? You, so bright with glory are like
that axle, your hand a cup for giving to others! Greatness!
You are like the moon at the time when it is full!
How can there be darkness for those living under its radiance?
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Auvaiyar
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