It's a pleasant morning,
The beautiful flower is dancing
And smiling with the gentle breeze,
My mind too is swinging with it,
The pleasing flower is inviting me to write,
So I proceed with real spirit and enthusiasm.
As I see the joyous flower,
Divine feeling pours my poetic mind
And I find myself completely entangled with it,
I depict the lovely flower with great ease and delight.
I know not when I have finished my writing,
I just stare at the smiling flower in an unconscious mind,
When someone knocks me,
I wake up and see that I have already written a great poetry about the splendid flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem