Hanging on the leaves of the Barringtonia acutangula,
There are a few dewdrops-
To the little birdy that is, the huge Indus.

Drizzling on the lips, those drops of water-
Carrying in the beak, exhaled in joy,
No more worry.

His joys strengthened further, and he said,
My mother is standing next to me, so why should I think-
After tasting with full of heart, will look into the other branches.