Blessed Leaves Of The Peepal Tree!

O The blessed leaves of the Peepal tree! Dancing by the lamps of the factory, Making artful pictures over the wall please me, While the bed welcomes me for the night sleep to fall on. Din and bustle of the day Building tension to my delicate brain, Breaking each and every fibre of my spirit, Fade away, at last, by the cool breeze of the night. Easeful tune of the music, Solacing the wounds of every bit of my heart, Playing endlessly in short of time amuses me, While developing day gathers fresh hope at the dawn. O The blessed leaves of the Peepal tree! Dancing by the lamp of the factory, Making artful pictures over the wall please me, While the bed welcomes me now for the night sleep to fall on. Artful trickery of devils, Creating indelible blemishes over my reputation, Swing to and fro over the works of my sincere efforts, Vanishes away, when my eyes go through the pages of classics. Meaningful lines of the verses, Clearing the doubts of my web of confusions, Fetching the best of knowledge to quench the thirst of my mind, Edifice me up well in time to check the besieging polemics. O The blessed leaves of the Peepal tree! Dancing by the lamp of the factory, Making artful pictures over the wall please me now, While the bed welcomes me for the night sleep to fall on.