Classic Poem

You do not respect the fortresses protected by your enemies
where Martial Courage resides but you rush at them and you
destroy them! With the fine gold that had formed their crowns,
you in your virile manhood had war anklets fashioned
and they glitter on your legs! O powerful king! Today
we have seen you and we would wish to see you always,
and may those who sing ill of you have their necks bowed down
while those flourish who sing of your glory! O greatness!
May you, with your kind words, be easy to approach,
who rule a land where the small space
a cow elephant lies down upon can feed seven elephant bulls!