Full Lyrics
La, la…
The thoughts of men are manifold and diverse are their ways,
The doctor seeks the invalid, the Brahman one who prays.
R.:
Flow on, Indu, flow ye on O holy stream, we pour thee for Indra.
Sharp arrows doth the smithy make with feathers, reeds and canes,
But first he seeks a wealthy man to pay him for his pains!
Flow on…
A poet I, my dad’s a leech, my mother grinds the corn
In hope of winning wealth and fame we rise to work each morn.
Flow on…
The horse would draw an easy car, the frog doth yearn for rain
The lad is looking for a mate, the lassie wants a swain!
Flow on…
