Classic Poem

Her face is like the sky marked with the immense confusion
of a storm and her eyes are like the two huge moving spheres
as the earth goddess weeps, she who is so virtuous, crying out,
“I do not pass away as former kings have done, their power
so immense they found no new enemies, as they rolled their chariot wheels
that are beautiful, of gold, with sapphire spokes and hubs of diamond
over the ocean so difficult to cross, where even the shifting
wind does not go! No, I remain here like a whore,
while many who praise me wish that I may long endure!”
The Kañci odes of grief and mourning
have even reached that far those say who know these things!