The desert river and the hilly stream,
In rainy season, flow with sudden rush,
But quickly disappear like a dream,
And quickly lose exuberance and rush.
Perennial rivers but, are always there,
So permanent, serene, ever-flowing,
And merrily, merrily on their courses going,
Forever and forever, without care.
And when, at times, like Baghirathi are chocked-
By sliding mountains, from a fearsome lake-
And threaten vile deluges in their wake.
Ah! Likewise when my Muse is held or blocked.
Discipline and embankments, it refuses,
To honors and results in wild deluges
