When wavy are times
With high mounds
And steep valleys
Fishes glide with ease
Tails they wave and dance
I envy their glittering bodies
Sun rays strike my face
A bird flaps her wings
Salivating are crocodiles
Yonder my boat sails
To bamboo and papyrus beaches
My boat making rests.
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