Classic Poem

Victorious king, you who ride a mountain
of an elephant and lead a vast army
with flags of many colors that flutter
as if they were brushing the sky clean!
Fire breaks out where your angry glances fall!
Gold springs up wherever you look kindly!
If you wish that there be moonlight in the red sun
or the blaze of the sun within the white moon,
you have the power to make it so, whatever you will!
And I, born in your shadow, raised in your shadow,
how far may my mind go? People in need believe
that even for those living in the blessed world where one
is at ease among groves of trees with their flowers of gold
and what has been earned through karma is duly received,
something is missing because the rich there need not give
nor the poor request. But since the pleasures there can be found
here as well, even in enemy countries those
in need turn their thoughts toward your land because it is yours!