Classic Poem

Atanunkan! My lord! May you live long! Those
who open my heart would see you there! Should I forget you,
it could only be when my life is leaving my body!
I would have to forget myself to forget you,
who are like the broad sphere of the sun when it settled
into the mountain cleft that the Mauryas—with the banners
and lofty umbrellas of their chariots touching the sky, their spears
victorious—cut as a path to the world for their
strong-spoked wheels! You who take
the duty to protect everyone upon yourself throughout the day and the night!