Classic Poem

She is like the city of Kutal surrounded by deep waters,
ruled by Akutai who is courageous in war, whose chest
is smeared with sandalwood paste, the cutting edge of whose spear
is scarred, the blade cracked from all its assaults, he who wears
a crushed garland of green tumpai while his bright, glittering
sword kills, like a man's tongue when it reddens as it covers
his teeth and tries to pry out the bits of fine food he has eaten
while drinking fragrant toddy, her growing breasts
reddening, with her luxuriant black hair, . . . . . . . . . .
What will become of the trees of our city? Though their massive trunks
can be seen from far away—they are weakening
at the roots because elephants fit for the warring of kings are tied there!