Classic Poem

If you ask me who my king is, my king lives in a land
rich and fertile, always producing fresh crops, where laborers
drink the strong, dizzying liquor filtered and aged for them
and as much cooked tortoise as they want and then bulging
their handsome cheeks full of juicy pieces of roasted lamprey,
they feast in perpetual festival and forget their occupation.
His name is Kopperuñcolan and he comes from Uraiyur. He is
an enemy to the hunger of the suffering families of bards!
And he delights in laughter with the poet Potti, in their
perfect friendship, in true abounding happiness every day!