Get up left bed
And wash your face,
See towards East,
The sun rises.
At the joint of hills,
The half raised fire ball,
Oh! What a nice sight
Really admirable.
Fountain coming from mountain
Sings its song,
Palm trees stand on the
Earth with strong
Folk of crows
And horns fly,
Sand and grass
Are not of dry.
Crows and cuckoos
Call to the sleeps,
Rise up, look smiling
On the morning's leaps.
Cold wind smoothly
Touches us all,
Falling of water from fog
Like rain fall.
The farmers go to field
With their bullock pair,
Row of women with their pots
Of water looks fair.
Children play with dust
In smooth sunray,
Sages in cottage makes
Their holy pray.
Blooming of lotus
Looks very fine,
Real peace is this
Morning time.
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