The feet beneath my legs slipping
And I dancing,
Dancing and saying,
Happy, happy new year
To you, to you,
I in the hat
With a flower
Into the hands
Smelling,
Smelling and dancing
All alone,
Rollicking,
Rocking and gliding,
Gliding and dancing
In rhythm
At the beat of,
Pace of music
And its beats
In a shayarana andaz
Thrilling and rocking
The stage,
I rollicking and rocking,
A disco dancer,
A disco dancer,
A shayar
A shayar
In a shayarana andaz.
The balloons hanging,
Hanging by,
Firecrackers bursting
Mildly,
The music loud
And mild
Taking by strike,
Flowers redolent and fragrant
Bedecking the stage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem