Purananuru - Part 60

In the sky arching above us, with the Red Planet flickering there
like a lantern on a ship in the middle of the ocean, we saw
the full moon that had swung to its height! Then my dancing woman,
wearing her few bangles, like a wild peacock in that wilderness,
and I along with her paid homage to it at once, bowing down again
and again as we thought to ourselves, doesn't it resemble the white
umbrella all hung with garlands of our king, that which
is fine and fearsome and shields us from the heat of the sun, he
whose sword never fails, whose royal drum roars in triumph, Valavan,
our king! a man like a great ox who when there are wagons filled with salt
collected from the salt pans near the sea
with axles sunk into deep holes can pull them out and drag them up the mountains?
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Pulavans
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