1. A morning fresh, and breezes sweet perfumed,
While souls for dawn's approach so keenly yearned,

2. Then roam with your eyes wherever you please,
A vast kingdom you'll find, and meadows green.

3. Its sky with branches is densely entwined,
Its land with plants and herbs is gaily attired,

4. A scene of joy, its charm doth repeat,
The joy of life, though life itself hath expired.

5. In the shade the antelope dreams in peace,
The birds o’er the boughs joyously soar.

6. The dew from the hillsides ceaselessly pours,
Like necklaces of pearls profusely showered.

7. Rivulets through the plains meandering run,
While rain from the welkin incessant doth pour,

8. A world of delight, where all splendour seems one,
Its beauty e'en outshining the sun in its power.

9. No stagnant its zephyrs, no cloud lurks in wait,
No traitress its downpour with mischief inspired,

10. So come my dear friend, let us sport while we may,
For my soul toward youth and its pastimes hath spired,

11. And leave we all politics, whose devious ways,
‘Twixt folk with strange motives hath evil inspired,

12. Who pass all their days surrounded by snares,
And dire is the end of these politics mired.

13. ‘Tis naught but deceit, and the man therein caught,
‘Twixt miseries and grief shall his days dire expire.

14. I owe not the folk and the folk owe not me,
No due to be paid and no debt I desire!

15. We met without pact in this world of deceit,
With its people whofalsehood and treachery admire.

16. We revel an era then leave it behind,
To doom and despair down its precipice dire.

17. Every man journeys onward his goal to attain,
Each soul with the hidden beyond doth conspire.

18. Oh Lord! Grant me that which my spirit craves,
For it weary with waiting and worldly desire.

19. Abandon me not to the hands of my foes!
For my soul unto Thee, its Protector doth cry.