Classic Poem

The young men and the old men have left for another place.
When I embrace you, young warrior, you do not rise,
with your chest pressing the earth, you who have fallen
in the wilderness! While I show my arms that are pale
and wear no bangles, if the word that their young man is now
only this should reach your family, what will happen
to his mother who praises him every day, ceaselessly
repeating “For me the strength and majesty of my son
are like the fresh fruit growing in front of the city
on a ripe banyan tree that is all
filled with birds”? You should feel deep pity for her!