1.The king of a fertile land, Chengan Chozhan fought a war
at dawn with his scandalizing foes. The swords spiked
the warriors and spilled their blood. The elephants shuffled
and stirred the gutters of blood. The blood froze and dried
on their legs and flew up in the sky as the coral dusts.
2.Chozhan Chenganan, the king of the fertile Chozha land,
caused a furore in the battlefield. The blood flowed through
the gap between the elephants descended to the low land
and the thundering drums. The blood showered like water
sluicing out of the rain-fed tank after the fall of rains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem