My mind is bored

With the fragrance of flowers,

The harp of the clouds rises and rings

To the rhythm of the swaralipi.

Seeing the mountains, my heart is fascinated

With the green call,

Come to the air,

The sun sinks into the ocean water

The evening lamp sets.

At night, on the blue sheet,

The water is painted with the colors of the lotus,

That’s why today, when I see it, I think

My mind is a poet