I row my boat through the river,
swaying my arms with the oars ,
the water flows and it goes,
sending ripples to the shores.
The water crystal clear
murmuring softly that I hear,
So many colourful fishes swimming along with me,
So many flowers and fruits hanging from the tree,
The river bore an odour of hay,
my heart is unclouded and gay,
a no. of huts I see in a row,
my boat sails high and low,
trees on the bank put up a show.
Oh ! see the sun sets in the west,
It’s orange and red,
the most beautiful sight,
I’ve seen among the rest.
It was the best trip through the Nile,
I have written about it in the country file,
What a beautiful day I’ve ever spent,
now it’s time to go back to the tent.