Classic Poem

These are adorned with feathers of the peacock and encircled by garlands
and have strong, thick, well-fashioned shafts and are anointed with ghee
while they repose in a sprawling, well-guarded palace; but those spears,
with their blades and joints broken when they pierced enemies, are always
to be found in the blacksmith's small shed, for he who is lord
and chieftain of those who gather in need,
who grants food when there is plenty
and when there is not will share his own,
our king owns those spears that are tipped with sharp blades!