Zuastus

In ancient lands, where mountains rise, The Choaspes begins its prize, From Paropamise it does flow, With waters pure, it starts to grow. Zuastus, Guræus, names so grand, This river has across the land, Through Hindu Kush, it finds its way, A journey long, day after day. Towards the Indus, it does glide, With grace and beauty by its side, Near Cophes river, they unite, A wondrous sight, a pure delight. Strabo's words, a little askew, He thought the Cophes it flowed into, But scholars know the truth so well, The Kabul river is where they dwell. Oh Choaspes, river of great fame, Your story we shall now proclaim, From mountains high to rivers wide, You fill our hearts with joy and pride. Random page: SWASH (clothing product)