Ah, singing stream of our meadows green
Floating with sweet liberty every day and the night,
Your music is solemn, and your water is clean
Correspondingly all of it lies in my verse upright.
Go slow over the steep shales by the dipping trees
And discuss ways of such plains and bowling green.
Running stream of clean caste, sometimes
You're giving deep cracks to our glittering scene,
And to noisy streets, Indeed that with your
Surprise and with the smiles we have on the
Earth some peace pacts, moreover we drink your
Wine that's overflowing, verily you do empower.
The farmer it's true, and making
things of life
The entire new with bird songs and your hue
Murmuring blue stream you require us and we require you...
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