Classic Poem

Because in that land over which he ruled, so that bards might over
and over be overcome with joy in days gone by, if the master of a house
on the slope of a mountain that touches the sky had gone traveling
to a far country, his women would put on their ornaments and taking
heavy-witted elephant cows with hairs scattered across their heads to serve
as presents, they would give them away, filling the place of their lord, and so
I closely embraced Kantirakkon, famous for his magnanimity. You as well
would merit my embrace were you not descended from the race of Nannan
who owned many chariots of gold! My people avoid singing of you
because on your high, sweet-smelling mountain where the clouds,
whirling, rain down on the lower slopes infested
with spirits, your doors are bolted against men who sing beautiful words!