Asleep beneath the primeval sea lies Ananta the snake.
Quenched is the Queen in the Kingdom after the quake.
United by urgency, ogre and god take Vāsuki as rope and Mandara as rod.
Aided by each other they are able to churn the vast, aboriginal ocean.
Releasing the Nectar for which they yearn – their eternal life potion.
Immortality is yielded on tasting the drink, so please have a draught.
Ultimately, Indu, the dew drop is drunk, as it drips from the nought.
Suras and Asuras finish to churn as Lord Dhanvantari appears with an Urn.