Classic Poem

Purananuru - Part 64

Shall we go, my dancing woman, you who wear your sparse bangles?
Shall we pack up the good yal and the akuli drum and the patalai drum
and visit him who in his majesty spends his time on the lands of enemies
within his own large camp after his ranks of elephants have waged war
and the white-headed, red-bodied vultures stop short in the air
above the fresh flesh? If we go to see Kutumi
the king, our food will no longer be gruel stewed with far too much water!EnglishPulavansShort Poems