In a gentle sweet breeze,
on a crimson coloured morning,
what melody came about floating?

Marked dark on radiating gold,
with the tinkling of ankle bells,
what a delusive game has this been?

My once lethargic life
now rushes on in hundreds of directions
and my rhythmic song is filled with ideation.

On the dust of the earth,
heavenly nectar flows,
calling me from even far off distances.

By that call,
the beautiful ladies in the house
open the door
and, witnessing the external beauty,
lose themselves.

Even the calm forest
resonates with chirping birds,
that sing Your name and song.