Your bards are wearing lotuses of gold

Purananuru 12

Your bards are wearing lotuses
of gold

and the poets
are getting ready to ride
fancy chariots
drawn by elephants
with florid brow-shields:

is this right,
O lord rich in victories,

this ruthless taking
of other men's lands

while being very sweet to proteges?
Author of original: 
Nettimaiyar
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.