Purananuru - Part 351

With their royal drums that are sounded when they win victories
and their vast armies that resemble the roaring sea and their elephants
with massive feet who wear bells that dangle down along their flanks
and with their chariots, flags fluttering above them, and their horses,
crowded together in a great uproar with their warriors and their weapons,
the kings will never be satisfied because her father will never
give away that beauty of hers which is like that of the city of Vakai,
ruled by generous Eyinan! With its defenses, with its fields
along the rivers and a reservoir of clear water where a crane
streaked with red hunts fish but now tired of the flowering
pollen-laden branches of a marutam tree
sleeps perched on the limb of a lovely kaƱci, what will happen to this city?
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Pulavans
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