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 take a short walk, at the crack of dawn-
The morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall from 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 sign of the butterfly
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
Stretching their bodies
The sun painted by red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

Little girly wrapped in her mother's lap and asleep,
Aunts of sleeps are still leaning on her eyes
Didn't leave.

Beloved mother still sweeping the house,
The breakfast didn't start.
Flowers started falling one by one on the bottom of the tree -
But the gardener's little girl wrapping with the sari,
Hasn't come to collect them yet.

A few days ago the storm broke
Through the gaps in the branches of the Syzygium malaccense 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 who placed those thorns
And. I do not know how to walk in a skillful way with thorns covered
They are spread out in such a way, so that the foot becomes ******-
So I did not walk with full of life.