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.