You Will Remember This All O Son

You Will Remember This All O Son ---------------------------------- These gushing streams have deep blue-watered ice-cold lakes, There in the high snowy forests their sources : Meet here beautiful . This shepherd's tent, Sheep scattered along the willowy bank . (These shepherds are poets in personality --the souls of ancient prophets and their descendants.) Their melodious bleating , whispering-like twittering of these sparrows in the willows ; Scary roaring of these snowy streams , These kind blows of breeze, And the echoing calls of this young shepherdess : You will remember it all! These young shepherds having fun-- Crossing the stream , With their crooks measuring the depth and taking support . And the shepherd running like an Olympian , Leaping jumping like an Arabian horse, Along the rocky bank And catching the guest-shepherd's shoe. You will remember it all, and me! This fair free day , this mysterious place , When you grow into a man o dear son . And it's natural --you will pen down the magical memories And be a poet's poet-son.