Rainbows and the sunset skies;
Come as autographs from heaven
To Earth for flowers to rhyme
Daffodils, roses as pink little stars
Are the music of the heaven
They sing songs silent, deep and far
Sound music of the ground
From earth’s lips without sound
And the butterflies, the rose’s guest
Wavering on from bud to flower
In vagrant flight to souls’ delight
And the bees dying for the beauty of the flower
Its honeyed sweets or fragrant power
Away, away, at early morn
To gather nectars, the sumptuous fare
And I wonder at the Nature’s plan
In binding flowers, butterflies and bees together
For ever, a mystery to everyone
Except to butterflies and bees
A flower alone and forlorn forever cries…………
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I would like to translate this poem