Purananuru - Part 349
The king wipes the sweat from his forehead with the tip
of his spear and speaks words that are fierce. Her father
says nothing to ingratiate himself but only mouths curses.
So they stand, and the lovely dark woman with her sharp teeth,
her proud eyes lined with beautiful red lines and as cool
as rain clouds, like a small fire kindled
with wood against wood, brings sorrow now to her native city.
of his spear and speaks words that are fierce. Her father
says nothing to ingratiate himself but only mouths curses.
So they stand, and the lovely dark woman with her sharp teeth,
her proud eyes lined with beautiful red lines and as cool
as rain clouds, like a small fire kindled
with wood against wood, brings sorrow now to her native city.
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