Classic Poem

Zealous to deliver the suffering people,
He fought on mountains and plains.
Oh, how many times did he go
Without food and drink?

When you sup on northern viands and southern dainties,
When you have superb wine and precious grain,
Remember, my Lord,
His fortitude and fervor.

Wishing to entrust him with a great task,
Heaven flexed his bones and sinews,
And let his body suffer
Wounds and scars.

While the stately guards stand row after row,
While you reign in peace and give audience,
Remember, my Lord,
His piety and constancy.