Purananuru - Part 115

On one side, the sound of a waterfall. On the other,
filtered, clear, sweet toddy, eager to fill the bowls of bards,
poured out and spilling and flowing, carrying along stones!
All that, as it was, is gone now on the hill
of the kindly lord who was ferocious
to kings who commanded many spears and mighty elephants.
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Pulavans
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