The sweet rhythm of the river
Can be heard even by the boater
Over the strong beats of the tabla
And the melody of the flute
The soft bells jingles
as the marketers start to mingle
And the fire is lit by a lamp
Which burns brighter than the sun
I tie up the last knots of my as first beats are given by the tabla
Doing my special namaskara
I start dancing to the beat of the river water
Wanting to cool down my heart's desire
rhythm of the river, the jingling soft bells, the fire of the lamp and the namaskara......... fine poem.. you perceive a lot my dear poetess. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Mantrana, such a fine poem....10+++++
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