The Asvah of Sagara covers the land
It stands against the wind wherever it blows
Follow it closely like Prthu or Vijitasva
Wherever its single hoof carves,
It belongs to you
Seize the land before the ruin
Lest Shiva himself comes to swallow its poison
At the Sacrifice of Asvah, the steed of Amsuman
Found in the tar pit of Kapila black as alu
Nodding its powerful head beckoning for a fight
With a force rivaled only by the Ganges
Wade there with your Mother and Protector
To witness Indra himself wrestling with the Centurion
Leaving him to stagger like Asvah at the Post
To return you to the land stolen from your ancestors
By a band of the insatiable thieves of Krpanah Gunavastudrk
Blind in their drive until facing the SudarsanaChakra of Krishna
Today, there is an iron-horse nodding its oil stained head; this is the horse we must sacrifice to curb the global warming crisis and return humanity to harmony with Mother Earth.
