Classic Poem

Where an old wild cow, showing no fierceness, takes as its calf
the fawn of a doe that has been slain by a tiger and gives it
suck . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
the city of the spearman who grants whatever they may wish,
holding nothing back, to those who come to him in need,
and if there is war, the white spears raised,
draws his sword only against an elephant with feet huge as mortars!