Classic Poem

All you many noble men! All you many noble men! Fenced round
for the sake of war with impenetrable bushes of thorns like the hair
of virgins, you live in the camp filled with uproar! All
you many noble men! Attend to your king with the roaring drum
in the midst of his army! Attend to your elephants with their
raised, glowing tusks! However many days your war may last,
how can we, on any day, attack those who do not attack us?
And when men attack our king, he will not go out to meet the attack
unless your king is there too! Who knows what he is planning?
You should be careful not to say, contemptuously, “There are so many
of us!” Look over there! In celebration of the exalted
virtues of his horse moving with all speed and without any delay
along minor roads, he came here during the night as if
he were measuring the earth! And he will never brandish
his spear with its glowing tip except
before the elephant ridden amidst the clamor by your king!