Purananuru - Part 309

For someone to kill his enemies is not difficult, blunting the iron tips
of spears and winning victories in the fierce battles,
but when they know my lord is in the camp, which then becomes
like a hole where a cobra lurks or like the yard where
a murderous bull roams to and fro, then enemies though their strength
is imposing feel fear before
his flashing fame, he who raises his long spear in victory!
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Pulavans
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