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