CALLING MY BELOVED FROM THE RIVER BANK

Come my love, my love
Sit here, besides me
And behold the dancing breeze
I am here on the bank of Veshaw

See the little waves dancing
Like your sweet moveable lips
And the sound of pebbles
Akin to your morning smile

The gathered moss-covered stones
Seem as if your dark hair floating
The feeble voice of gushing water
Reminds me of your warm sighs

Again, I feel your absence
Your love turned cold
Like the bubbles of water
Which appear and disappear

These sweet songs I hear
With a taste of approaching end
Same as of your promised dreams
Those often knock my mind

Would that I be a pebble
I would be tumbling along
With these cold waters
And slept under its shade

My love come again with love and warmth
Still on the bank I hold your dream…