Classic Poem

That young, dark girl who is plucking the beautiful clusters
of crab's-eye flowers, the seeds red as rubies with their black spots,
and as she runs, her leaf skirt sways. . . . . . . . . .
If you ask whose daughter she is, listen! If they should take up weapons, he
will not take up. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . The father of those warriors
has destined her for kings of great worth, such as bring down
elephants with trunks like huge
palmyra palms on the battlefields lovely with fragrant basil!