Turning in many whirlpools,
getting plenty of sea taste, Lots of experiences on the way to life.
The pirate, great injured, trembled at the sight of to you.
The color of his waves has turned pale! Struggling people still plowed on both shores.
The fruits of hard work have received plenty of grain; Adequate harvest of fertile yours
Undoubtedly, fearless soldier in the conflict of life and death. Content got life in the green ceremony.
In the rainy season, the gardens, the innumerable lives,
and the innumerable resources of life have been washed away by the current of to you.
O river! Awake yet full call, The golden door of liberation has opened in the chest of the dead inertia.
Your radiant current.
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