Aira - Part 2

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...