Classic Poem

As did the ancient lineage of your ancestors who served the gods
and offered oblations and secured the gift, hard to gain, of sugarcane
for this world and rolled the wheel of their power around
the earth that is surrounded by the ocean, you inherited by right
the war anklet of fine gold you wear on your leg, the garland
of flourishing palmyra, your garden filled with flowers, the long spear
stained from recent passage through flesh, the seven symbols, and your
precious, immutable title to the land. But these were not enough for you
and you advanced against the seven kings with their great drums
resounding! Eager for war, you attacked and you showed your power
in victory on that day. The singers could not sing at the height
you warrant! But Paranan now has sung of you, of your arms
with which you held the discus that destroys
strongholds and that demolished fiercely inimical Kovalur!