Classic Poem

Cattan whose fame ranges far is a man of dulcet benevolence,
for he has vowed that he will never eat if ever his urgings
cannot persuade noble men to do so once they have entered
his courtyard with its expanses of sand where elephants
sigh because they hate being tied to posts, where horses
swift as the wind neigh with their hatred of stables!
But when in terrifying battle, the various swirling weapons
are launched by his enemies and strapping young men
who had drunk their cups of liquor forget the vows
they swore within the city and break
in their fright, then it is he who stands before them, shoring them up!