Classic Poem

Woman of the caste of bards, you whose bangles are so few
in the wasteland! You carry a patalai drum slung to one side
and on the other side hangs a small mula drum, hollow
within, while you wonder who can turn this dish right
side up? If you will go to him, he is not far away!
He is in the land of his enemies where from the burning
battle zone, a mass of black smoke surrounds
the young elephants, like a cloud around mountains!
Añci of the many spears, even when times are hard,
can keep dishes so moist with rich fat it looks as if
they hold soft meal cakes baked of wax
and they never have any time to dry! May all his efforts prosper!