Intonates in extreme ecstasy

The heart which is delighted with sacrificing element

is not available in present scenario. .

A cuckoo of spring times

is not singing melodiously, from the mango grove.

The delicate and tender golden rays

are sliding down from the edges of azure sky.

The human, who lights up dawn in his heart

With all broadened devotion

welcomes truth, and feels its august presence , as a beautiful and precious, visionary treat .

The octave of music transmits his widened ideology

to the zone of constellation, on the edged wings of azure sky.

His eyes glitter like un dried wet flowers of the cold winter and mist filled moonshine.

Where are the human souls that search the truth

with all blazing fire of agony?

Where is the human, who forgetting all the sunrise and sunset continues to search and seek in the tireless journey ahead.

The naked life which has no hidden columns

will dance at the radiance of dawn, in sheer ecstasy.

He performs all religious rites, with water of Ganges

and brightens high, like fire and unifies with beautiful and devotional pastimes.

The tree which decorates with all tender leaves

will bloom flowers, arisen with notes of fragrant music.

and intonates in extreme ecstasy.