Waterfalls and Liquor

Purananuru 115

Waterfalls sounded
on one side,

and on another,

the clear liquor
spilling over
when poured into the bowls
of minstrels

would turn the stones in its stream
as it flowed,

on the hill
of that sweet man
bitter only to enemy kings
with elephants
and many spears.

But no more.
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