The golden god lies in repose,
Anantha the celestial snake stays close,
Sri Devi and Bhu Devi, his consorts both,
Twelve thousand mirror images of himself do pose,
No one dare look at his munificence in one glance,
Through three doors: head; foot; and navel, devotees’ eyes must dance.

Only the worthy can make obeisance on the floor,
Everyone else is considered impure,
The riches no mortal can behold,
they are quite simply uncounted and untold,
The very earth beneath Vishnu groans with riches:
diamonds, sapphires and rubies are hidden in subterranean ditches.

Dark secrets are buried below in the chambers,
Witness to a pact between God and King:
deify me with immortal treasures 
and you shall never be usurped by strangers,
But be warned, what's mined is mine; 
break this seal and upon the land, will visit mortal dangers.

Snake demons the priests conjure up,
coiled and ready to strike with venomous bite,
Many have entered the labyrinthine depths, torn between avarice and terror,
The fiery female vampire, Kanjirottu Yakshi, stalks the underground night,
Her shadowy wings and hungry bite; 
make it too late for mercenaries to recant their error.
There is one that does not believe in the curse,
He climbs deep down to fill his royal purse,
For centuries now he smelts underground gold,
His eyes light up with his riches untold,
He crafts a treasure so beautiful and bold,
But never again, shall the light of day his eyes behold.