So vast is the ceiling that is made of stars,
Seeing which we can spend a day of ours...
Less is distiny, more is desire,
So vast is the floor of soil we see...
Our feet can just admire,
but can't reach its destiny...
So soothing is the breeze,
That comes touching the trees...
The flowers which grow near fountains,
Have always melt away my frozen pains...
And the grasses that grow on earth,
Sooth me as if today I took birth...
The mesmerizing moon in nocturnal skies,
I can't wink, as once it has stolen my eyes...
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