Purananuru - Part 257
Who is that man with the bow, his legs strong, his belly
elegant, his chest wide, with angry eyes, his beard
the deep shade of kucci grass, with full sideburns growing
down low from his ears, the one who is like a pebble
in the sandals of his enemies? Must we feel sorry for him?
You should consider that he rarely leaves his city. He does not
fortify the forest to defend himself. Early in the morning,
he surveys sites where the herds of cows that belong
to his enemies have gone and he points at them and he counts them
and then he attacks and seizes them with his bow. As many
as they are then, of what use are they to him, he who does not
whiten his own bowl with milk and never hears
the sound of churning sticks spattering drops of milk by the light of day?
elegant, his chest wide, with angry eyes, his beard
the deep shade of kucci grass, with full sideburns growing
down low from his ears, the one who is like a pebble
in the sandals of his enemies? Must we feel sorry for him?
You should consider that he rarely leaves his city. He does not
fortify the forest to defend himself. Early in the morning,
he surveys sites where the herds of cows that belong
to his enemies have gone and he points at them and he counts them
and then he attacks and seizes them with his bow. As many
as they are then, of what use are they to him, he who does not
whiten his own bowl with milk and never hears
the sound of churning sticks spattering drops of milk by the light of day?
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