Classic Poem

You who come in need, carrying your large drum with its single eye
like the foot of a giant elephant, if you should travel in that direction
do not fail to bow down when you pass the memorial stone! Then
for sure this desolate path will turn fertile, and attract the bees!
He was the man who won back a huge herd of cows that had been
seized and when his ignorant young men fled, he did not,
but like the shore of a river in flood time,
he drove the enemy back and sank among fierce arrows loosed from their bows.