Naughty big red star is peeping,
through the warrior's cotton balls.
Nightingales are in their top singing
At there I heard my calls.
Its from the down valley
inviting me for the sweet matin
Ants are stepping in their rally
Not even i heard such a sweet matin.
Sound nature, sound water
Earth in a dreamy world.
Refectory is there, ball is there,
Look, hands are joining there!
Ho! ho! its wonderful ya!
Its after a long years Matin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem