Purananuru - Part 140
Poets whose tongues sing with eloquence! Isn't the lord
of Nancil Mountain where giant jackfruit grow a fool?
What I asked of him was only a little bit of rice
so that my dancing women adorned with their bangles
might cook it with the leaves they plucked in the rear yard.
But he knew of my value and he knew his own stature
and he gave me a giant elephant like a hill that towers
over vast surrounding wasteland! Can one so much as imagine
a more lopsided gesture of liberality?
Don't great men when they are generous show any proportion?
of Nancil Mountain where giant jackfruit grow a fool?
What I asked of him was only a little bit of rice
so that my dancing women adorned with their bangles
might cook it with the leaves they plucked in the rear yard.
But he knew of my value and he knew his own stature
and he gave me a giant elephant like a hill that towers
over vast surrounding wasteland! Can one so much as imagine
a more lopsided gesture of liberality?
Don't great men when they are generous show any proportion?
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