In 326 The winter was cold The winds raged in spite Yet the phalanxes marched Heeding the call!
"Alexander arrives! Yield or run for tour life!" The rumor did spread Like fire burning wild
Massaga, ora and aornos fall See their pyres in the night Up to the stars burning high Across the old satrapies
King porus was in fear To ganges he did pray But alas he did so in vain!
Macedonian force! At the ends of the world Clashed with the foe Painted men and outlandish beasts!
Alexander could never Know any fear: He rode ahead Into the fray By princes flanked Where the glory crowns The true kings of men
Hark! Thousands of hoplites The wild indus cross Led by the one The aries of war!
Porus bore down On the shining host He put down the horse But not the rider alike And tor bucephala He did pay a high price Macedonian force At the ends of the world Pushed back the foe Down the abyss Of Tartarus cold
