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In the Underworldly Paradise

On the seventh lower planet

The land of Patala is, serpentized

Refuge of nagas, souls of gannets

The abode of permissiveness and pleasure,

Eternal incarnations of all passions

Colubrine ephemeral demigods

In the jewels that illuminate

All lower never-lit worlds,

Enjoy the carnal joys to the end

In their gorgeous palaces and garths

Sensual bliss in the most beauteous world

There's no time, only plenteous hearths

There' no ills, senium in this gold

- Patala!

Patala, that which...

That which is below the feet!

With the guna of passion, the human souls

Can get there, turning into the fiends

Only fiery shining of the God

Can destroy them from total depravity