O fair and gentle dancer!

With thine ears thou hast heard of his fame;

But seen him thou hast not.

If to see him thou art eager,

O glorious fair!

With thy fragrant tresses

Waving in the mountain air,

Walk gracefully like a plumed peacock,

And go to meet him.

He is bounteous like the rain,

Is Ay the Vel, the Lord of Chariots.