In the hush of evening by Banshi’s shore,
Where tangled roots embrace always,
I see the black water, a mirror to the night,
Reflecting stars and the moon’s soft light.
In the whispers of the wind, I hear your song,
As the river carries memories along,
A boat ride under the vast, open sky,
With each gentle ripple, time passes by.
O river, you’re more than water that flows,
You’re the essence of stories that the heart knows,
In the spirit of New York City’s maze,
I cherish your beauty in endless praise.
Who else knows your secrets, your ebb and flow,
Your tales of ages, your rhythm’s gentle glow?
In the city that never sleeps, I find my peace,
By the Banshi River, where all sorrows cease.
O river, I love you, your essence so divine,
In your currents, a love that forever intertwines,
With roots that tangle and stars above so high,
In your tranquil waters, my spirit does fly.