Purananuru - Part 153

Only to witness the generosity, like a rain cloud, of Atan Ori
who never ceases to wage murderous war, on whose wrist a bracelet
curves, whose ornaments of gold shoot out rays of light, lord
of the hill that is adorned with clouds, he who each and every day
gives away a decorated elephant to those who have come to him in need,
only for that my family of dancers traveled across great distances!
They were granted a waterlily inset with blue sapphires, one that never
blossomed in cool water and a chaplet strung on a silver cord
and ornaments and an entire herd of elephants and then they departed.
Is it because they are hungry no longer that they don't dance
even when the sweet instruments play
that are held together with string and why they have forgotten how to sing?
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Pulavans
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