By tinkling its silver anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in twilight !

the sand shores and waves

forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;

Then in a lovely embrace !

By tinkling its silver  anklets,

she, my own  blue river flows

in delight !

Is she  is in a pain of parting

Or  is it a symbol of ecstasy

That blossomed through

the small bubbles of her.

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

she, my own  blue  river  flows

in day light !

The cool breeze and rhythm of waves

made my thoughts, filled with your face;

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in moonlight !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI