King Killi in Combat

Purananuru 82

With the festival hour close at hand,
his woman in labor,
a sun setting behind pouring rains,

the needle in the cobbler's hand
is in a frenzy
stitching thongs for a cot:

swifter, far swifter,
were the tackles of our lord
wearing garlands of laburnum,

as he wrestled with the enemy
come all the way
to take the land.
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