Classic Poem

Leader whose glory extends beyond the capacities of poets!
Venkaimarpan is grieving as he thinks, “With strong outposts
surrounding it and with its moats dug deeper than the limits
of the earth and its walls that seem to graze the sky, with
battlements that look like stars in the heavens and a forest
for protection which is so thick with trees not a ray
of sunlight can pierce it, my fortress Kanappereyil
is as impossible for me to recapture as the water consumed
by iron a smith with black hands lowers into red fire!”
Victorious king! You who don a blossoming garland of tumpai
each and every day as you triumph in battle! You who have
exhausted the themes poets sing! May your spear flourish,
shining with glory, while those who show
scorn for you perish along with their good name!