Purananuru - Part 307

Where is my king, he who was my support? There is a warrior
fallen with the mountainous elephant he was attacking, a man
who it seems we do not know—look there! Clusters of aging flowers
have dropped from the nightshade bushes of the forest and drifted
till they rest on the curls of his strong head like the tails
of spotted squirrels in the summer. He had been taking
the lives of his enemies like a buffalo bull, gone lame,
doomed, abandoned without water or grass by salt merchants
in a lonely place. Having seen him, the king who is riding
a raging elephant decides there is nothing better
than to die on the field of battle and being profoundly aware
of how hard it is to become a man whose fame will be
sung, he shows the stature of a warrior
perishing in battle without any wish to continue in life!
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Pulavans
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