And on it flows
Standing rock- deep in the holy river, the hibiscus sky
Where hast thou come, O river
The flowing looks at the destroyer, in mountains
When the fire of the skies cool, water
Drenches the soil and soothes the eyes
Life flows on through the rain,
And men discuss it as hope
And sing its praises
Call the river their mother,
Sing hymns
In their primal, magical belief
Sky rain mountain river water
Flowing
(Translation: Amlan Dasgupta; Collected in Goudbochon Kothon Bisswa,1993)