Purananuru - Part 195

All of you many noble men! All of you many noble men!
Your cheeks are wrinkled with age! Your white hairs
stick out like bones on a carp! Your years are fruitless!
All of you many noble men! When that god of death, he who has
a sharp ax and ferocious power will come to tie you up, then
you will feel your regrets. If you are unable to act for the good,
at least stay free of anything that is wrong. If you can do this,
then all will be happy for it and beyond that,
you will be on a way that leads you along the good path.
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Pulavans
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