With his nose Nandi could rock the cradle, and brush away the flies that buzzed about the baby's face.
In the first place Nandi was large, as you have already guessed.
But on looking round for Nandi he found him lying dead with some of his flesh cut off.
The bull Nandi (emblem of generative force), as also the lingham, are among his emblems.
The prologue commences with a prayer or benediction (Nandi) invoking the national deity in favour of the audience.
And she looked and saw Nandi, rolling about on the flat snow just where she had left her elephant, which was gone.
How old Nandi's bright eyes would sparkle when his little friend came near.
Had the awful words passed her lips, Nandi was a doomed bull, as a curse once uttered is irrevocable.
Nandi often took part in great hunts for wild beasts, and he bore the marks of a fierce tiger's claws upon his side.
A Nandi (the sacred bull) is made of mud, or bricks and mortar, and set up over the grave.