The generous Maj, all black and white,
Loved by the young and old.
She gives makhan
To the delight of all.
She grazes in the river glades,
Under the watchful gaze
Of the herdsman,
On the lushes grass
Nourished by the pleasant sun
And the melting Himalayan snow.
Makhan: butter
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Having spent time in Vietnam, I always found the water buffalo amazing in its ability to adapt to its surroundings. Unlike most people it seems oblivious to it all.