Song of the Koel, chirps of the sparrow,
Jumping of the squirrels from gaps narrow,
Morning alarm of the cock, the croak of frogs...
Now I know, who taught these scholars' of melody,
The art of rhythm, beats, and heavenly glory...
It is the boy with a peacock feathered crown,
The one with the flute, the charm of the town,
Whose eyes have the humble strength,
Of consoling your heart, and stealing your breath
Blue of the boundless sky, pink of the sunset,
On the leaves green, let a droplet rest
After a day of work and life,
Let the sky, wave towards the west,
Now I know, who let life smear into the universe,
It is that boy,
Who is the spark of life in everyone,
He is the dark little notorious one,
Wait for his arrival...
Wait...
~ Kripa Sarkar