Classic Poem

Even if the Black Planet turned the color of smoke or a comet should appear,
or the Silver Planet were to pass across the sky of the south,
still the fields were full of grain, the bushes blossomed with flowers,
and in a long line, wild cows with their huge eyes
who had calved right alongside the houses were grazing
on good grass, and the rains never failed because there were
so many noble men attracted by benevolent government,
even though the land lies in a dry zone, where jasmine with its green leaves
blooms like the sharp teeth of a kitten,
there where the father of the girls with fine bangles was king!