Sleep no more
Morns appear.
There beams the sun
With outbursts of wooing.
Savour of flower
spreads in breeze.
Do open eyes
By quitting the abode
Of sleep.
Birds are out
In search of food,
During whole monsoon
Forests toss
With dancing mood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem of observation of the Nature and the nature of man.