Here quietly she flows like a country lass.
Sometimes she changes her colors as a lizard.
He knows that she hides so many secrets.
What happened to the newly-wed Ferryman's eldest son
And the blacksmith's triplet daughter,
Were they drowned or committed suicide?
Their pledge still echoes in the thick forest
And he's very inquisitive to catch the inarticulate dialects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a rich fairy tale, mysterious and metaphorical. I love the atmosphere of this one. Beautiful write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra