Every time when the wind carries itself
From here to there,
In the midst of the grey,
The trees welcome its grace
With gossips and claps.
And the sky that roofs this
Earthly sight
Steams up in delight and pours out the pearls.
The land rejoices upon the gifts showered from the heaven
And tunes out soft happy melodies.

Thunder, that courses through the distant horizons
Declares its presence now and then
And swiftly in a flash, traces- in its divine light;
The play of the dark
That has long reigned the night.