By tinkling its silver anklets........

By tinkling its silver anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in twilight!

the sand shores and waves
forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;
Then in a lovely embrace!

By tinkling its silver anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in delight!

Is she is in a pain of parting
Or is it a symbol of ecstasy
That blossomed through
the small bubbles of her.

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
just  smile once again!
By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
she, my own blue river flows
in day light !

The cool breeze and rhythm of waves
made my thoughts, filled with your face;
Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes
Just smile once again!

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,
She, my own blue river flows
in the moonlight!

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI