827. From Muturai, by Avvaiyar

Base men angered split like cracked stone.
Decent men, like pieces of cracked gold.
                                                            Bow still in hand
The cut shot through the water closes. Like that,
The anger of great men.

(trans Thomas H. Pruiksma)

Source: Give, Eat, and Live: Poems of Avvaiyar

896. From What We Know, by Avvaiyar

Can anyone make a bird's nest, a beehive, a spider's web,
A hill for the ants that chew wood?
                                                    Don't speak of strengths
With strong words, my friends. For everyone,
Something comes easy.

(trans Thomas H. Pruiksma)

Source: Give, Eat, and Live: Poems of Avvaiyar