Classic Poem

Once there was friendship in you, and a profusion of wealth
to be used for giving rice when asked and fried and stewed meat,
cooked and never ending, while jars of liquor were opened
and male goats were slaughtered; but now, since Pari is gone,
I am bewildered and there is nothing I can do. My eyes
stream with tears and I bow down to you and salute you,
far-famed Parampu! and I go, and as I go I wonder
what men will have the right to touch the black
fragrant hair of the girls who wear long rows of engraved bangles?