Purananuru - Part 91

King in the line of Atiyans! You who pour out the toddy that makes men roar!
You whose powerful hand with its sliding bracelets triumphs and brandishes
an infallible sword that brings you victory, cutting your enemies down
on the field! Anci of the golden garland, rich in murderous battle!
May you live as long as he lives on whose head the crescent moon
glows, whose neck is as dark blue as sapphires! O greatness!
Without considering how difficult it is to obtain the sweet fruit
of the myrobolan plant with its tiny leaves, which has to be plucked
from a crevice on the summit of an ancient mountain hard to climb,
you kept silence in your heart about its powers,
and so that you might rescue me from death, you gave me that fruit!
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Auvaiyar
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