Classic Poem

A Khatak, when he mounts on horse-back,
Binds his shield upon his back;
Lets loose the end of his turban
Over his forehead long and broad;
Looks at the shadow of this end,
As his horse goes prancing on;
Hopes to be a Chieftain bold,
Seeking ever for the fray.
Quarrelsomeness an evil is,
It ruins a man's future;
No good is it to any one else,
But spoils its owner's nature.