Classic Poem

For a man to be defeated or slain by another man, one to one,
is nothing at all new. It is the ordinary way of this world.
But we have never heard before today of anything like this!
Because they were ignorant of the might and majesty of Celiyan,
who is beautiful to see as he wears his chaplet and garland
flowing with honey, which is close-woven of strands of the long
balloon vine and of glowing shoots from the large branches
of the margosa tree whose thick trunk grows in the courtyard
and who has his ornament of gold and the riches of his land
and the sweet resounding sound of his clear kinai drum,
the seven who wear the anklets of war thought they would unite
and fight him, but when they came against him, he overcame
their fine strength and slew them, by himself on the field of battle!