Just the last day it was raining, and now-
and now, the sun has arrived at my
garden with the chirping birds that keep
peeking into my window.
Just the last night it was raining, and now-
the fluttering trees where the cuckoos sit
and sing, are dancing,
with the young frosty drops toppling down
from the heavy leaves.
Just the last moment it was raining
at my courtyard,
with each drop falling like a cascade
from the saintly seas,
And now, and now-
It seems as though the nature has pulled
down it's swarthy silhouette,
and adorned itself with a sheet of joy
and bliss,
As if a dead soul had got a new life.
And now, i feel, as i see,
i may get drowned in its generous beauty
with a cup of dreams in my hand,
and keep seeping deeper and deeper in
my never-ending fantasies.
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I would like to translate this poem
You painted a beautiful scene in your garden pondering nature and oneself in both joy and sorrow.