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Sitting on the rocks in water

On the stone-blocks in the river

Take the foam and white capped billows

Glowing, rise above the waters

Lift thy head above the whirlpool

Gather well the foam and billows

Autumn, shines through the water

Autumn, death and birth, all in same

Through the rocky walks and channels

Through the surges wildly tossing

And the vessel passed in safety

Through the dangers of the current

Through the sacred stream and whirlpool

As it gains the open worlds