I am the soil of your edges

By Hira Lal

You are the river that is flowing fastly,
You're Moving regardless of your edge,
But your banks are stable what are staring,
I am the soil of these shore,

It's waves falling on me as a peep of black eyes,
In whose glance strange people are drowned,
These shores seem strange to you,
Whose gait is flowing with pride along of their,

My soil is dissolving into your waves,
Your waves are bent on erasing my entity,
My perished is getting day by day,
And your waves have been dancing happily,

The day, the soil of these banks will thaw, 

No sound of your banks collapsing will be.

Then your conceit will be reached on peak,

You can go here and there without stopping.

The dissolve soil in water will go to the plains,
Your terror will increase among the people,
They will say that it did not spare its banks,
So where will it spare us?