Indian Village At Sunset

See here, my dear, the Indian village And the scenes of transcendental beauty See here, at sunset, cows returning home Calves jumping here and there Mother-cows followed slowly behind Weighed down by heavy milk bags The cowherd men and women chanting The glories of Almighty without any expectation See the beauty, my dear here there and no frustration See decoration of burning incense and Rows of lamps, full of knowledge Full of love, full of trust among each other No hypocrisy and nothing and with pure atmosphere All are clean at heart, thanks God, I am a villager.