The Nivindha river is an untamed woman.
Her jeweled waist ornaments, like tumbled stones,
Impede the gushing stream. Look!
In the eddy you can see her navel.
Embrace her as she imparts her virginal whispers.
 
 

Aren't you lucky, my friend--you find the
Rivermaiden in weakened condition!
Leaves choke her channel,
Thick, like braided hair.
But she is happy at your approach, so
Do what you must to renew her.

 

Visit Vishala city in Abanti, where
Ancient sages taught her elders secrets
For protecting its beauty.  Resembling a divine,
Rock-like biscuit nibbled by heaven-dwellers,
It was brought -- like a gift from heaven --
By Abantians' good deeds.
 
 

Fresh winds from Sipra River
Nourish Vishala town. Mornings,
Long-necked storks call secret mantras,
Beautiful, unknown. Wind carries their songs,
And wafts the fragrance of full-bloomed lotuses,
Like scents poured on lovers' bodies to revive them.
 

 

 

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