Classic Poem

“Cows, and men who are Brahmins and share the holiness of cows,
and women, and you who are sick, and you who have had
no sons, precious as gold, to perform the demanding rituals
which protect the dead who are alive in the Southern Land, take
refuge! We are ready to shoot rapid volleys of arrows!”
he announces, since he is a champion of Righteousness.
May he with his Martial Courage, whose banners
mounted on murderous elephants throw shadows
across the sky itself, may Kutumi our king live for more years
than the grains of sand by the Pahruli River whose waters are nourishing,
where his forefather Netiyon ruled and celebrated
the festivals of the ocean and gave musicians reddish yellow gold!