( i )
When the firmament is shadowy red,
Being so joyous, 'ter leaving the bed,
Far and far, there is forlorn,
Not in sight , anyone who's born,
Among the all cockaphony,
There's only thy symphony,
A enchanting moment is born,
Only thy melody can be heard,
It's the commencement of dawn,
Can I call thee a bird?
From which tree, thou are calling me?
Why are thee invisible to me?

( ii )
In these very childhood days,
I'm still finding thee in different ways,
O! where are the? in North, South, West or East,
Just for one time show me thy naked breast,
As the child of early April,
Is showing its miracles to me,
With thy melody I heal,
My misery and pity,
A cool wind is passing by,
Giving me more shivering,
Devils of winter are still nearby,
But I'm still hearing.

( iii )
Thou was not born for death ; immortal life!
Thy throat can erase strife,
Wow! that's a oracle,
A hell— for sorrow and pale,
Just let me once to feel thy breath,
Will thee gift me a easeful death?
O my pen have got its wings, in this nature serene ,
Coz , thy voice is the water of Hippocrene,
I wish if I would leave the world in Spring,
That will bring,
My escaping the world—this time,
After listening to thy chime.

( iv )
I'll leave this world unseen,
Ama fade away with thee in,
The anywhere will thee bring me to,
Thou can never be subdue(d),
Just not to me but to all,
Thy melody do fall,
' ter listening thy prose,
The magical casement open and close,
O thou springest ! Stat with me for eternity,
And also then demolish my all pity,
None will tread down thee,
For thee there always be me.

( v )
O the singest of this vernal season, thou the reason,
For all my tenders and peace,
I keep my ears to thy poem! sing on,
Thou always gift me dizzy bliss,
What a wild ecstasy?
Which is hopeless even in my fantasy?
Then a dew drop fall my notebook,
In a little corner and make wet the nook,
Winter is still going on,
Oh! what a grief,
Till now, that's the Oblivion,
Do I wake or sleep?
© kuntal