No summer morn I ever saw
Brighter than this to be,
A warming sun with golden hues
Blue skies beckoning me.
Dew kissed grass and a wooded yard
The scent of roses sweet,
A lilting breeze teasing the leaves
With a koel's lulling tweet.
No grandiose homes I ever spied
Nor tranquil yard like this,
Have lived in dwellings opulent
But never felt such bliss.
I wish men knew the blessings here
Death's angels mystic touch,
Which lets the inmates rest in peace
The ambiance is such.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem