Feeble call
Unable to purify
The infinite sins of countless people
The tired and weak
Pious river starts to dry
Mustering up strength
It collects its remaining water
And makes a feeble call to HIM
By the sound of its ripples
The Omnipresent HIM
Hears the call
Rushes to the river
And takes bath in the water left
Suddenly the water level increases
Surges ahead bobbing with joy
Flows from bank to bank
Gets purified
And become ready to
Wash the sins of people again.