Constructed of beryl and white,
This city glimmers in the night.
Gold-veined marble, golden-domed;
Famous for the lovely murals.

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City of marble and beryl
The curving river Nithra,
Where the poet Iranon
Had a father that once ruled as a King!

There stands a citadel,
View of the entire city.
And never so beautifully 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...