- It is battle between seven kings and one king (you) all being Tamils. You, one man kill the warriors and won the battle. The trunk with mouth of elephant was laid on the field as plow many in number. The women having lost their husband and sons in the battle field cried aloud. On seeing this event the Death-God bends his head in shame.
- Tiger hunter tie a big stone with a trick-knot that the stone fall itself when the tiger crossing. You are such a stone the enemies fall under. I hug such a brave man of you.
Poem by: KUDAPULAVIYANAAR
Poem to: PAANDIYAN NEDUNJEZIYAN