Classic Poem

As in the proper course of things, Prosperity and Pleasure
are seen to follow in the wake of Righteousness, so it is with you
when your tall umbrella towering into the distance shines alone,
like the full lovely moon, and those two umbrellas follow behind.
With your intense desire to perpetuate your good name, you will not rest
anywhere but in your camp where victories are won in battle!
Your elephants, their tusks blunted from thrusting, plunge them
into the guarded walls of your enemies and never cool down!
Your warriors wearing their war anklets exult at the sound of the word
“War!” and they tell you that they will not hesitate to march
even into countries deep in the jungle and far distant! You linger
in the lands of your enemies, to the sound of festivals, and the eastern
ocean is at your back while the white-capped waves of the ocean
of the west lap at the hooves of your horses. Kings
of countries to the north think, “He may circle the earth!”
and they feel bewildered, assaulted by pain
that makes their hearts shake, and their eyes do not close in sleep!