A Poet's Counsel

Purananuru 45

Your enemy is not the kind who wears
the white leaf of the tall palmyra

nor the kind who wears garlands
from the black-branched neem trees.

Your chaplets are made of laburnum,
your enemies are made of laburnum too.

When one of you loses
the family loses,

and it is not possible
for both to win.

Your ways show no sense of family:
they will serve only to thrill
alien kings

whose chariots are bannered,
like your own.
Author of original: 
Kovur Kilar
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