SILVERY TWILIGHT SANDAL POT

SILVERY TWILIGHT SANDAL POT
The twilight silvery sandal pot
Sits on the bosom of the lake;
The lake is like a maiden's heart,
With love and longing all awake.

The sun has set, the moon has risen,
The stars are twinkling in the sky;
The lake is like a maiden's dream,
With love and longing all awry.

The sandal pot is like a heart,
A heart that beats with love and pain;
The lake is like a maiden's dream,
A dream that never comes again.

The sandal pot is like a soul,
A soul that longs for God and home;
The lake is like a maiden's heart,
A heart that breaks and dies alone.

The sandal pot is like a hope,
A hope that fades and dies away;
The lake is like a maiden's dream,
A dream that never comes true.

The sandal pot is like a prayer,
A prayer that rises to the sky;
The lake is like a maiden's heart,
A heart that breaks and dies and dies
 BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI .