The Colas c11.48
The Cōḷas c11.48
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c11.48
'Descendant of him who to save a dove from grief entered the balance whose beam was tipped with the carved white tusk of the heavy-footed elephant! Giving in grace was born with thee, and is not thy peculiar praise.
And, when one ponders how thy sires of old destroyed the mighty fort suspended in the sky which foes dreaded to approach,---to slay thy foes is not thy peculiar praise!
And since the council of Uṟaiyūr, impregnable city of the valiant Sōḻar, is the home of Equity,---Justice is not thy peculiar praise!
O Vaḷavan, swift horseman, whose stout arms are like fortress-bars, whose wreath attracts every eye, how then shall I sing thy praises?
How shall I tell of thy glorious prowess that withered the fadeless Vañji, destroying the Cēran king with his mighty chariot cunningly wrought, who planted his guarded bow-banner on the immeasurably lofty gold-tipped peaks of Himalaya.'