Forth from the city in our cars we drove,
Until we halted at the pasture ground.
The general came, and there with ardor strove
A note of zeal throughout the host to sound.
'Direct from court I come, by orders bound
The march to hasten';--it was thus he spake.
Then with the carriage-officers around,
He strictly charged them quick despatch to make:--
'Urgent the King's affairs, forthwith the field we take.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem