Classic Poem

To your friends, the women who love you! to your friends, the women
you love! to the elder women of your family with all their virtues
and their purity! to those who gave to you so that the fierce hunger
of our family might be soothed, expecting repayment only whenever we could!
without thought of who they may be, without asking me, without a thought
of us living as well as we can, you also, mistress of the house!
should give, to everyone! the wealth that has been granted us
by Kumanan of the straight spear,
who is the lord of Mutiram where the fruit hangs down on the trees!