The virginal moon shines
Amidst the diaphanous clouds
Like an ageless nymph
She hides from her lover
The gentle waves ripple endlessly
A hypnotic song they sing
Myriad shadows in her bosom
And the Ganga flows on her way
On his tiny boat
A little lantern burns the night
The lonely boatman
Sings in the lonely night
A song of pain and longing
Of a child pining for his lost mother
And the Gentle Ganga
She cries!