Making the young children
…untrained in combating war to stand in front,
Standing behind these children,
the women were crying for their life at the instant,
they fell at the feet of the king,
begged for their land to be returned for living,
The king Pandya MAARan who wears
the shining garland, pitying for the children
cools his mind and it is the medicine
...for curing bloody redness of his angry eyes!
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