Lo! Yon the moon
Is a spotlight
On the Ganges!
The dark canopy
Is hung from above
With millions of diamonds
Encrusted in it.
O! Hear the distant desire
Of the entering and exiting
Steamers, oscillating like
A pendulum, on the stage.
The curtain has been raised
Long, long ago.
Someday the curtain will
Fall down (who knows when)
When we'll be given
A chance to purge off
Our sins, all our sins.
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