Purananuru - Part 122

The sea cannot overwhelm it nor your enemies try to seize it!
Kari! You who wear the anklets of war on your handsome feet!
Your land belongs to the Brahmins who tend the sacred fires!
If ever one of the three kings requires your alliance,
presents brought to you then by his emissaries with their
wishes that your power may flourish become the property
of those who come to you in need and praise your ancestry!
Other than the arms of your woman who speaks so softly,
who is as faithful as Arundhati,
there is nothing you call your own, and you are the greater because of it!
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Pulavans
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