In the far-off India,
since the dawn of time,
lived untamed grey elephants,
massive in their prime.

Their roamed across the jungle every season,
And one of them was white for no good reason.

Famous for his spirit and his gentle mind,
He was also of a noble color.
Yes, he was a unicorn among his kind:
He was white, while all the rest were duller.

When the Prince of India,
showing his respect,
Gifted me this elephant,
I had to accept.

"What good is he?" I asked to hide my anger.
"He has a heart of gold," was Maharaja’s answer.

Elephant bent down and I returned a bow.
I spoke very patiently and gaily,
For I’d noticed that this elephant, somehow,
Also was a female type, a lady.

Sitting on the elephant,
I looked mighty nice.
Traveling through India,
What a paradise!

Non-stop, we wandered through the world together
And never had a problem whatsoever!

Facing windows, we would sing romantic lines:
Every lady hurried from her corner.
I must tell you that this elephant of mine
Was an unbelievable performer.

You must have played Trivia,
You must have a clue.
As you know, in India,
there’s a river, too.

My elephant and I were eating mangos,
But on the Ganges shores, I was abandoned.

Roaming through the woods, forgetting food and sleep,
I searched madly till my health was wasted.
Then they told me, "Your white elephant, Sahib,
Joined a herd to which she’s now related."

I grieved for millennia
over what she’d done,
But the Prince of India
sent another one:

It is a walking cane that helps me ramble -
White ivory transformed into a handle.

Seven elephants to have is good, I’ve heard,
On your mantelpiece, against misfortune.
Let my elephant keep walking with her herd,
Let her not bring anyone their fortune!