When The First Ray Lights The Sky

When the first ray lights the sky I doubt whether you do it golden And when the dusk passing adown I doubt your sheen is reflected Such is your resplendency Sarakondrai Sun is burnt up with jealousy But you stay here brightly cool When you were born simple afresh Raw and rough as then grew taller Would any've thought of this glory Surprise, a real stunning surprise Sarakondrai, dazzling in heights All well sung accoladed a lot, lot On all your promising enticing charm Resonating even in this street-light Yet lot more my heart wishes to praise For you alone read my sorrow in my heart My sombre solitary seeks your refuge Into my eyes to my heart set to console Caressing with your bunches so motherly Sarakondrai-Golden Shower-Cassia Fistula