Through the grass like a gleaming ray
Twisting and wriggling you steer your way.
What a marvel of nature is your figure.
The valor in your color, your moves full of vigor.
Your blazing eyes, a store of enthusiasm
Sets fire in all your toured chasms.
Your hiss, a mystic charming spell
Thrusts a tremor from heaven to hell.
Oh! When I saw you, I turned white
In the monsoons as your eyes shone bright
Oh, corsair of life, did you scare me!
But as you moved your way with dignity,
The charm of your design left me spell bound
As I saw molten gold flowing down the ground.
So majestic! So splendid! So wonderful are you!
Your vision can restore spirits anew.
But why are you treated like an evil,
Stained as a monster in every fable?
Where have you lost your deserved respect?
Why are you facing such cruel neglect?
Do not forget that you are the king.
Your fangs within seconds, one’s life can wring.
When your hood rises for justice’s sake
Every daring tiger’s heart forever breaks,
The genius man kneels to pray for his life,
The fittest elephant does fail to survive!
You crawl; your modest head looks down.
But you are not as low as the ground.
The dictator of swamps, the warrior dark,
O Naja, you are the monarch!
O Naja, you are monarch!
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