Peace Poem
Purananuru 305
Waist thin as the purslane creeper,
gait heavy as with grief,
the young brahman came at night
and entered the fortress quickly.
The words he spoke
were few,
and the ladders, the wooden bolts,
came down,
and the war bells
were loosened
from the flanks
of the veteran elephants.
Waist thin as the purslane creeper,
gait heavy as with grief,
the young brahman came at night
and entered the fortress quickly.
The words he spoke
were few,
and the ladders, the wooden bolts,
came down,
and the war bells
were loosened
from the flanks
of the veteran elephants.
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