Purananuru - Part 300

You shout, “Bring me my shield! Bring me my shield!” If you hold
your shield and you shelter yourself behind a rock, then maybe
you may escape. In the light of day yesterday you killed a man
whose younger brother with his eyes rolling like crab's-eye seeds
on a dish will now search you out as if
you were a pot of liquor brewed in one single house within a giant city!
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Pulavans
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