Classic Poem

Though the large herd moves on behind its leading bull, they do not.
They are there, hanging back. You cannot see the warriors who hold
powerful bows as they crouch in hiding within the great
leaf-shrouded forest. Do not go! Do not go after the cows
that leap and gambol as if they were low-caste women whose bodies
have been possessed by a god,
you who wear war anklets and by your side a shining sword!