On the top of the ceiling, raindrops play 
Bright golden notes in soft spray.
The murmur of rivers, the trees dance, 
And the night becomes an enchanted fence.

A Source of light that emits golden flame, 
Glows steadily even in nature’s game. 
It’s amber aureate, a recitation so mild 
Reminds us of the past that smiled.

The raindrops screech, the thunder shouts 
Yet affection dances and the stream pouts 
The whispering secrets of temples and gods, 
Sparkle softly in the timeworn piety.

Nowadays the honking sounds of cities, 
Cannot match those lively entities. 
For, in the its trill, my heart gleams 
The body stays here, but the soul is in its dreams.