City of marble and beryl
The curving river Nithra,
Where the poet Iranon
Had a father that once ruled as King!
Palaces with golden domes,
Gardens with flowing fountains;
In the midst of reflecting pools.
There stands a citadel,
View of the entire city.
And never so beautiful beholded,
As the view of the serene Sea.
Groves and fertile fields,
A brook called the Kra
Crosses the valley from the hills
In a series of waterfalls.
Forested with yath-trees,
Dreamed by the very poet
And they said it was only a dream...