A Woman in Love with a Captive King

My lord has great shoulders
though he now eats rice-pap in prison.

And I, outside his prison,
grow sallow as gold
for want of him.
When he enters the battlefield
and takes on those warriors
who brag at the festivals
in the great resounding city,
he is the swell and ebb of the sea
in the harbor
that terrifies sellers of salt.
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Nakkannaiyar
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