Pulaiyan beating on your tuti drum,
low-caste man with your throbbing drumsticks!
Those mighty warriors will never retreat even if arrows
shoot down like monsoon rain, even if spears fly through the air
like the small carp through a reservoir, even if massive elephants
wearing their golden forehead ornaments lower their heads
and gore with the tips of their white, glowing tusks!
What does it matter to them if they win farming villages
where scabbard fish leaping in reservoirs full of water
dart out onto the paddy fields that belong to towering
mansions! And should they die, they will have flawless women
for their wives in the highest world!
Stand here and look at the coming, rampaging enemy king!