At dawn, piercing with the peacock's call
who are You who came in Your ankle bells,
jingling sweetly like a hundred lyres,
adorning Your body with the lustre of clouds?

The palm trees today have dressed in new garments,
a gentle breeze spreads the pollen of screw pine flowers
and drifts towards the distant azure sky.

Today the frogs are croaking in joy
and the jasmine flowers are whispering secrets
while the blushing kaminii flowers are shedding their fragrance
and glance at You, again and again.