I tried to embrace a cascade A steep descent of a river With an array of steps She only sprinkled lightly on me But I was wet all over Enjoying her warm impact Before she became cold in plains.
White as the snow of a single night Her eyes black as moonless night Her lips red as the berries of the rowan tree Her body soft as the foam of a wave Chaste, clean and sweet as The Ganga river - a jet of water emanating From her lips sitting on Lord Shiva's head.
Alas! I remained adrift To kiss those inviting lips. Before it may become a cataract, With strong currents and deep holes Or may later become Sete Quedos Of turbulent power but beautiful.
