The great ruler sat on the throne
Decked with flowers
Before him were laid
A number of men and women
With flowers and leaves
Adorned fron their necks,
The priests and priestesses
Dancing and chanting
Magical muses from
Their lips painted red,
Tounges prtruded in tandem,
They offered their praises
To the gods of skies,
Offering the bodies
Of the laid oned before them,
Whose heads were chopped off
At the sign of the ruler,
And to be boiled and eaten
In the fiest followed
By the pleasure of gods
Who looked down upon
The mortals inside
The tall walls of the fortress.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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I would like to translate this poem