Before their wives arise

Went onward

Into the land of the growing

Where so much sitting

Crossed my path 

Onward into the land of power

A set of mirrors strike the light

Onward where music's fables 

Guide a march of lift and effort

Struggling with impossibilities

Still unfound, still covered, still unspoken and unreflected

Under the territory of time's allusion 

Up past the Kali Kovil

Where destruction meets the watery waters

Lagoonish shade pleasant in its smell

Where early

Very early before their wives arise

The fat and skinny men, saronged but bare chested

Sweep sweep sweep sweep and rake their sandy verges