Sleep sweetly

(1546)  Bulbuli nace gulbagicate

In the rose garden, bulbul gambols;
Hawk-cuckoo sings its song.
Lest a bloom-bandit closeby come,
So their calling they keep up.

On petals struck with drowsiness,
The rose's honey-coating does persist.
With floral dust, a flower's love and devotion,
Inside it a scent gives thrill.

This day won't stay, everybody knows it;
The blossom falls silently into isolation.
Thus it just searches for aroma of sweetness,
In that unknown place, in that separation.

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