In an unbroken and continuous mind,
in ever alert meditation,
You bloomed in the eastern horizon.

On that dawn,
neither sun rays nor the soft breeze were there,
nothing yet existed.
On that dawn,
You alone existed.

There was no heavenly sweetness in the dust,
no beauty of trees,
no creepers,
no fruits or flowers,
no streams to flow on the earth.
All that, later became drawn by Your colour.

With pure eyes,
You decorated this unadorned creation
with golden beautifications.

In intense austerity,
You removed the dense darkness,
and with sun rays and a soft breeze,
You made flowers bloom in a mere swing.