Now listen to how Araiyam was destroyed, the long-established city
which had been of help to your ancestors through its gold treasured
in tens of millions of pieces! It was an ancient city that instilled
fear! Known by two names, it was famed for its constant victories
up there, on the tall mountain, where a wild bull being pursued
by hunters in the forest of vetci trees races on never
finding any refuge, leaving the traces of his flight
in sapphires sprung clear on the slope and the scattered sheen
of gold! Pulikatimal with your chaplet in flower! You who received
your wealth wholly inherited from your father! There was a man
among your ancestors who was wise, like you, and showed contempt
for Kanaa Talaiyar who had composed celebrated poems and the destruction
of his city resulted from it! O king with your chariot
finely fashioned! Pardon those vile and muddied words of mine
when I said, “May these daughters of Pari who gave generously
find their protection among the ancient line of Evvi!” Greatness!
I take my leave of you! May your spear win its victories!
You who rule a land with villages perched on tall hills
where the dark petals of the black-stemmed venkai flowers
when they have blossomed drift down over
the rocks that look then like the striped backs of huge tigers!