Sun drops from the sky
To settle on the rooftops and treetops
Road lays like a dusty ribbon
Cutting through fields of green paddy crops
Birds swoop down from nests
And wash their beaks in dew drops
Playful cattle beat hooves
Protesting against incessant shouts
Of farmers in turbans and sticks
Woman folks walk behind brooms
Sweeping floor and humming
Throwing back uncombed tresses in between
Parrots shout at their negligence
From inside the cages hanging from wooden beam
Sun washes the river to shine
Sands suck up dew and let the girls
Gather on it to dry washed hair
There is a music hidden in the wind
Only the early risers can listen
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true only early rises can enjoy such wonders of the nature.