Classic Poem

The husband of the woman with a glowing face who is light to his house,
the man of virtues, the forward edge of the army, whose spear wins
victories, hails from a village in the wastelands where the myrobolan plant
grows with its dun-colored seeds and there are deserts scattered
with sprays of dry leaves and many are the memorial stones raised for heroes.
If his king is threatened, he will block
the enemy army sweeping ahead in its onslaught, raising high its flags!