Classic Poem

Tonti, lovely with its groves along the sea,
fragrant with nectar from the garland Kotai wears
across his chest and from the garlands of the women who embrace
Kotai and from the waterlilies blooming in the dark
salt pans—that is our city and he is our king!
If you should go to him as he is, remember me as well,
you who are in need of favor and speak the language
of wisdom, and say, “I have seen the man
who raised your fame on high when you towered in battle!”