Purananuru - Part 67

Gander! I call out to you! Gander! I call out to you!
Here I stand idle in the evening when things become unclear
and the blossoming light of the moon once it has united
its two horns shines out like the glowing face of that hero
triumphant, murderous in battle, bestowing grace upon his own land!
If you, after feeding on loaches from the great bay of Kanyakumari
should fly off to the mountain of the far north and stopping on your way
in the fine land of the king of the Cholas you should go to the towering
mansion at Koli accompanied by your youthful beloved and enter that palace
without even stopping at the gate and if you should say, loud enough
for the great king Killi to hear you, “Antai of Picir is your
humble servant!”, then when you have done that he will give you
the gift of a fine ornament he treasures
so that your beautiful mate may wear it and she will be filled with delight!
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Pulavans
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