The Colas c11.62

c11.62

He had the praises manifold of minstrels whose wants he
[relieved;
He was most loving to the dancers who resorted to his
[court;
He swayed his sceptre in accordance with the teaching
[of the sages;
His friendship had the firmness honoured of the wise;
He was gentle to women, brave in the face of the strong;
He was the refuge of the spotless learned ones.
Such an one death did not spare, but carried off his
[sweet soul.
Therefore, my afflicted kinsfolk, let us
Embracing one another join in reviling death.
Come, all ye bards, whose words are true!
He hath become a pillar planted in the wild,
Crowned with imperishable praise!
While the wide world in sorrow mourns.
Such is the lot of him who was our protector!