Flying Dove Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Tumult on the shore!
A singing stream in a virgin vale
patiently passing with
mysteries of the past,
Like a mellowed female,
In grief and glee without any hurry.

How fair is her clear flow
Sometimes very swift and then slow,
On her shore lay farries in row,
Blowing perfumes over the alpine grove.

And rose fairy rejoices in a crystal blue murmur.
Looks as fair as her healers's face,
Whilst the singing stream flow
through the brooks deep

The moony beams come
through the windy scenes
To kiss her looks through
this daily love affair
Is the beauty and tumult on the shore.