As the kings of the neighbouring countries
Who were not submissive with reproach thinking
That the Pandiya king with winning spree ecstatic
Elephants in his army is very young, lost their kingdom,
Should I need to lose the colour of my body
That has the fragrance resembling the
sprouting Mango buds since I had adored
his well Ornamented physique with reverence?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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