Look, observe the wandering boy
Candid charms blooming in his eyes face and heart
In the unrestricted sky self-created canopy of dreams he spreads
Pa**ing the scorching noon from shades to shades
Now he lays straight, sleeping sound
Fragrance of flowers and wings of hiding worms he loves
Sharp thorns he considers his favorite objects of his aim
And takes himself to the bank of an incredible river
Introduces so many lonely beauties in the monstrous forests!
That simple beautiful vagabond boy
Drenching negligible things with precious ones, is running
To the fields stretched to horizons; ringing in the lines of route
Not exhausted beams of spectrum, tunes even longer than life
Ringing and tuning 'dotara' of our youth is made
One day
On a melodious afternoon, reaching at the evening moorage
Suddenly it seems
Love, the wandering boy;
Birth and d**h he too has in the unfathomable human minds