Blend.

 By the river’s song the temple stands,

Where flowing waters wash the lands.

Purity streams from wave to wave,

A holy bath the soul does crave.

The tank, the pond, the river wide,

Hold heaven’s grace on earth beside.

For gods are near where waters flow,

Life and worship together grow.

So temples rise where rivers bend,

Where pilgrim’s path and prayers blend.

Water and worship, hand in hand,

Sacred union across the land.