Purananuru - Part 317

The man with a victorious spear . . . . . . . . . . for
the drunken man, who has come, who lies stretched out
in the yard, if you have a skin or if you have a mat
or if you have anything else, then give it to him quickly!
To free us of desire. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . to us,
to others, to everybody he gave gifts and now he is sleeping.
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Pulavans
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