Purananuru - Part 338

Even if the three victorious kings were to come here, their bows
tensed, wearing margosa with its black branches or the yellow laburnum
or palmyra leaves on their foreheads, he would not give his only daughter
in her innocence away to anyone who does not bow down and offer him
proper homage—that king of a city where, in the midst of a field
with ears of grain enfolding each other and handsome gardens, a single wall shows
which looks like a ship sitting dry and safe on the shore of the sea—
because the wealth she owns, based on her father's plunder, is equal
to Netuvelatan's city of Pontai, with its plowed fields
and its rice paddies spread over with water and its houses
full of rice and its streets full of gold
and its groves full of flowers where the bees buzz and settle!
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Pulavans
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