The Colas c11.42
The Cōḷas c11.42
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c11.42
'Thou art the mighty one, who sparing not the guarded fort broke thro' and slew its king and made the yellow gold, erewhile his crown, anklets to grace, O! hero! thy conquering foot.
Thy land is so fertile that a tiny piece thereof, where a she-elephant might rest, can nourish seven lordly elephants.