Tumult on the shore

Tumult on the shoreTumult on the shore 

The singing stream in a virgin vale

Patiently passing with mysteries of the past

Like a mellowed female, in grief in glee without any hurry 

How fair is her clear flow, sometimes very swift and then slow.

On her shore lay the farries in row, 

Blowing aroma over Affarwat's alpine grove

And rose fairy rejoice in crystal blue murmur, 

Looks so fair as like her healers' face, 

Whilst the singing stream flow 

through the brooks deep, 

The moony beams come 

through the windy scenes, 

To kiss her looks, through this 

daily love affair, 

Is the beauty and and tumult on the shore.

©Affaq