A Hunter Once, Now an Ascetic

Purananuru 252

Bathing in the roaring white waterfall
has changed his color.
His matted locks are brown leaves
on a blinding tree,
and he is now plucking for food
a bunch of thick leaves
from a bindweed.

He was a hunter once.
He had a net
of words,
and he caught peacocks
that wandered innocently
into his yard.
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