Purananuru - Part 228

O potter who fires pots! Potter who fires pots
in a kiln which shoots up a mass of blackened smoke
across the vast sky as if all darkness had been gathered
into the broad and ancient city, potter who fires pots!
You are to be pitied! How can you do what you must do?
He who had elephants with swaying tusks, he who was born
in the line of Cempiyan, he whose massive army poured
over the earth, whose majesty was far famed, whose
fine, undying glory has been praised by the poets
and has spread far across the sky as if it were the sun
with its expanding rays, the great Valavan has reached
the world of the gods and now you want to fashion an urn
large enough to enclose him! With great Mount Meru
for your clay and the wide earth
for your wheel, will you be able somehow to throw that vessel?
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Pulavans
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