A Rapturous Morning

Ripping the darkness of the night, The bride of morning removes her veil, She arrives on the planquin of fragrant breeze, The whole atmosphere turns intoxicating, The flowers rejoice in the garden, The cuckoo hails the spirit of the day, Drops of dew are lying on the leaves Like pearls on the floor of deep. The rays of the gracious lamp Touch the rippling waves of the sea, I can feel ripple in my emotions too, Ah! Nobody is around to share my agony But the immortal Nature. I forget all miseries and cherish Her beautiful countenance.