Classic Poem

For my lord's son around whose handsome, powerful chest
are strung opening blossoms of the tumpai flower, he whose hands
are strong and heavy, two enemies have been aroused. The first
are the women who gaze at him entranced until their arms
grow slender, and the flowers of their eyes darkened with collyrium
pale. And for the other—because they fear that his elephants
may drink water from their reservoirs and because his retinue, even
when there are no festivals, eats the meat of sheep
and expects cooked food, the cities he visits hate having him linger there!