Purananuru - Part 90

If a fierce tiger is raging on the slope of a hill
fragrant with leafy jasmine and white lilies blossoming
like broken conches, can a herd of deer linger there?
When the sun begins to blaze, is it possible for darkness
to exist, collected in a quarter of the tangled sky?
Is there any road that can resist the progress of proud oxen,
scattering wet sand and splitting apart rocks as they haul
a wagon of merchandise out of the deep hole in which
it had sunk, the crossbar clashing and grinding on the axle?
Your hand that reaches to your knees is like a crossbar
of strength that cannot fail, O foremost of warriors!
Could anyone throughout this vast earth
take your land and exult, once you have entered the field?
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Auvaiyar
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