In the palace gardens, a serpent

Takes into her body the vermin.

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Saved from the rodents' teeth,

Food grows plentiful and verdant.

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The palace chambers are clean,

And the kitchen filled with meat.

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Well-fed, the people flourish,

And many find enlightenment.

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With heavy clubs and sharpened sticks,

Men hunt the serpent in the grass.

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Lithe and quick, she blazes paths,

Preserving herself with cunning.

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Obstacles must be swept away.

The serpent swallows her daughter.

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Empress of expansion, order,

And peace, I am the serpent.

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The chronicles of history

Will vindicate my deeds.

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