Slowly immersed in the hypnosis of the rhythm
The bridge inside is agitated
The bridge swings between two pillars and
If its free oscillation speed matched
from the rhythm of the soldiers
Then it is as if Sudh-Mercury lost from the center
the boundaries of his deviation begin to break
frantic with rhythm
Nritta does the work of bridge
left-right, left-right, up-down, up-down
Suddenly a light line emerges on the surface
And that too begins the march
increasingly deep and centered
Sand not sand. iron, no more iron
and lime and clay getting free
by the bond of craft and technology
Panchatattva returning home
dmm… dmm… dhamma… dmm…
The bridge inside is agitated
The bridge swings between two pillars and
If its free oscillation speed matched
from the rhythm of the soldiers
Then it is as if Sudh-Mercury lost from the center
the boundaries of his deviation begin to break
frantic with rhythm
Nritta does the work of bridge
left-right, left-right, up-down, up-down
Suddenly a light line emerges on the surface
And that too begins the march
increasingly deep and centered
Sand not sand. iron, no more iron
and lime and clay getting free
by the bond of craft and technology
Panchatattva returning home
dmm… dmm… dhamma… dmm…
I salute this power of rhythm.