Bedsheets of wrappers, of shawls;
Beds of sleepers, of spongy bags.

I'm enchanted of its beauty!

Dustbins, the haggard old men,
Have no choice but to smell Indian food.

I'm enchanted of its beauty!

Echoes of languages bite
If someone dreams of Switzerland.

I'm enchanted of its beauty!

Announcements regularly flow
Through the bamboo.

I'm enchanted of its beauty!

I'm leaving for my town;
My entreaty visit the wonderful park!

I'm enchanted of its beauty!