See the withered darkness
Feel the wandered breeze
Totally careless the fair
Morning intoxicated air
These are the dew drops
Or pearl like crops
Get up, just you see outside,
How beautiful is the time!
Just I am dying off with my
Childhood memories
Totally careless the fair
Morning intoxicated air
Listen! Minarets of the mosque,
The chime and Guruvani
All dissolving in
Like a sugar in water
They simply say
Prayer is better than the slumber
Be happy and gay
Totally careless the fair
Morning intoxicated air,
Guruvani: Sikh recite from their holy book
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