I wanted to walk a little,
With the scent of the gentle breeze of the morning full of life-
But could not walk, due to the thorns of the path.

I wanted to walk a little, at that dawn-
When the morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall on the grass,
The fireflies in the bamboo grove are just trying to sleep.

In the lukewarm water of the side of the paved pond
Even though no one came to wash their feet, which is still covered with fog,
The reed branch in the middle of the pond is throbbing
Shaking with the water, there is still no wave
The red grasshopper did not come and sit.

Sitting on a branch of a tree, the two baby birds sit under the mother's wings
Stretched their bodies
The sun painted by deep red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

The little girl wrapped in mother's lap and asleep,
Dream aunties are still sleeping from her eyes
They didn't leave yet.

Beloved mother still covers the house,
The breakfast time didn't start.
One by one the flowers started falling on the bottom from the bud -
But the gardener's little girl got the hem of the sari,
Hasn't come to pick them yet.

A few days ago the storm broke the branch
Through the gaps in the branches of the Star apple tree, the golden light of the sun
Hasn't come to the corner of the yard yet.

I wanted to walk a little along the path-
But could not walk due to the thorns,
Who knows how to walk in a skillful way with thorns
They were spread out so that the foot becomes ******-
So I didn't walk anymore.