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There is an uproar louder than the sound of the swelling sea!
The trumpeting of his elephants lasts longer than the monsoon's thunder!
If the warrior who wears a chaplet of laburnum strung tightly on a thread,
whose hand is a cup for giving gifts,
lays his hand on anyone, how that man is to be pitied!
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