And she comes out
Covering her face
With the veil of her new dress
And she wears
Garlands of Jasmine
Hanging from her long tress
And she smiles
Like a sweet child
Looking at the swaying flowers
And tries to catch
The bird that chirps
Hiding amidst thick bowers
And she feels
The love wells up
From inside her heart like a tide
And she goes on
Dancing across the
Valley that stretches far and wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And she feels The love wells up From inside her heart like a tide And she goes on Dancing across the Valley that stretches far and wide so lovely and lucky she must be.