The singing stream in a virgin vale patiently
Passing with the myths and 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 the fairies in a row, blowing hues over the
Timber grove, and then giving stir to my sadden soul.
Her visage is as fair as her healer's face.
While she flows through the brook's deep
The moony beams come through the windy
Scenes to kiss her looks
with this daily
Love affair, there is
enthusiasm
and tumult on the shore.
You are a truly a poet of nature. Here, the poem presents a moving landscape with an incredible personification. Thanks.
rose fairy rejoice in crystal blue murmur, Looks so fair as her healers's face, Whilst the singing stream flow Through the brooks deep, Great poetic expressions- thank u dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth in persuasive poetic expressions. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Affaq.