Though the picture is so hazy,
One fine morning when I couldn’t be lazy,
The dew drops all over covered my hair..
Morning was splendid, blooming as if daisy…

The basin was glimmering through clouds in the valley,
I immediately creeped through the forest to hold the nature in my arms as if a baby,
Somewhere I found the staircase among the thorny backwoods..
I had had tumbled down, if stepped on basely…

The thoroughfare to the haven was so shady,
Ups & downs on a muddy place made me crazy,
Finally my feet could feel the divinity of water..
And before it slipped out of my hands, the sunshine made it look so glazy…