Did you see
The shadow of the silent forest in the lonely afternoon,
The eternal game of sun-shade in the pond,
The artistry of folding against water waves,
And my afternoon amity?
I go to my lunch,
In a wild dream,
To get the unwanted scent of wildflowers,
And in the deep bath of austerities,
This is my noon!
The heat of the afternoon is very dirty to me,
I found his whiteness.
And so bored at noon I'm indifferent,
I threw away the bitterness and dived into the afternoon art!
In the rainy afternoon I look forward,
Jhum in the dormant desire to invigorate the rain bath.
I find it at noon,
Gentle touch of rain in the developed sweetness of Kadam flower.
I'm obsessed with my lunch!
I keep my noon,
Don't you see
My afternoon amiability?
Where is my noon empire!
And this is a king without people.