Drifting wood tumbles,
Trapped in familiar streams,
Slow, graceful circles.
Borne on infinite waters,
Of distant oceans, it dreams.
Trapped in familiar streams,
Slow, graceful circles.
Borne on infinite waters,
Of distant oceans, it dreams.
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Thank you very much.
I am honoured to have an hindustani translation.