I live in a village
Where I see
Peasantry with plough,
Starlings twit and the smells blow;
In a tranquil air,
Brunette sings
The morning folk;
Down and dusk are the full of dews
And eyes first open to look
The beauty of tank ,
In the lap of sand ,
The snails are quick.

I live in a village
Where morning starts
With flo'er plucking ladies ;
Eagerness rise
To know the little past ;
Glory of the sun
Spreads over lawn
And the greenery paces
Interferes the peace .

Let me live in the village
Where...