Then and Now

Purananuru 118

The clear pond,
once banked with boulders and round stones,
curved like the eighth-day moon,
now lies broken:

so does cool Parampu,
once the land

of Pari

whose arms were strong, whose spears were sharp,
whose chariots gleamed.
Author of original: 
Kapilar
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