In the wee hour of the day
When the priest in temple begins to pray
I come out from my den
To give a visit to the country’s plain
Beyond the hills the clouds change forms
At times they look simple, sometimes strange
They seem often ripe and burst and fall
Upon the earth with sizes big and small
In the stream the ducklings swim
When a streak of light begins to gleam
With the waves they move up and down
Shaking wings they giggle and frown
An early bird rushes past the palms
To swoop down on vale to pick up worms
As the sky begins to appear bright
Steady horizon makes a beautiful sight
With bending heads trees appear still
To greet the sun coming from behind the hill
Children from tree tops jump into the pool
Before they got ready to run for school
A bevy of charming brides with faint smile
Toward the well they walk down in a file
Giggling and playing wetting dresses
Peace reigns thick in their beaming faces
Hurtling down as an arrow from the sky
A streak of light falls into pond and dies
Ah! The cool breeze a little lifts my cap
To the sound of my feet the squirrels escape
Perched on frond they wag their tails and stare
As singing a tune in His praise I sit on a stair
His presence can be felt all around
From east to west, from the sky to the ground
Its time I should return to my concrete cell
Leaving this heaven I have to return to the hell
My work will keep me busy whole day long
Won’t get time to go where I should belong
As I turn to go a peacock gives a call
From foliages where peace does fall
Never, I can’t stay as I have so much to do
I would like to return when I have work but a few
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peace reigns thick in their beaming faces.. lovely poetic imagery!