Purananuru - Part 294

He fought and stood aside and shouted, “If any of you are done with the days
allotted to you and wish to vaunt the majesty of your king and your own glory—
then come at me!” on the field of battle where combat was so close you could not
distinguish who was ours and who were the enemies of our men all doing
Death's work as they embraced the weapons they had brought virgin
from the camp where the men had seemed an ocean flooded by the descending light
of the moon like a white umbrella. But as if facing a jewel
dropped by a snake, no opponent dared
approach your husband who wore the row of garlands on his chest!
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Pulavans
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