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Give him liquor and then drink yours! O lord of raging
war and of herds of elephants and of handsome chariots!
The father of your father and the father of his father together—
like the hub set by a carpenter at the center of a wheel—
stood their ground on the field where men raise and hurl spears
and there, without blinking, perished. He too is a man of might, famed
for his courage. Like a palm-leaf umbrella
when it is raining, lord! he will ward off the spears they aim at you.
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