Classic Poem

Put the cooking pot on the fire! Set out the rice! Serve toddy
without stinting! Let the dancing women who wear glittering
ornaments, who are skilled at song, don their garlands!
Do all the other things that go along with these!
There is no cause at all for anyone to be sad! Pittan
who has swift horses is master of a fertile country
where should a fire go out, kindled during the night
by guards in the millet fields to protect the future food,
perfect jewels flashing light will dispel the dense
darkness! Long life to his spear victorious
in arduous battles, to vastly generous Kotai, even to his enemies the kings!