I am dotted silver threads
Dropped from heaven by Gods,Nature takes me then to
Adorn her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls plucked
From the crown of Ishtar,
By the daughter of Dawn to
Embellish her gardens.
Rain, the most joyful thing in this world.
When I cry the hills laugh and
When I humble myself
The flowers rejoice, and when I Bow, all things are elated.
The ‘field and cloud are lovers me a
Messenger of mercy between them,
I quench the thirst of the field and
Cure th’ailment of the cloud.
The ‘voice of thunder declares
My ‘arrival and the rainbow
A’nnounces my departure ‘am like
Earthly life which begins at
The ‘feet of mad elements, ends
Un’der th’upraised wings of death.
I gently touch the windows with my soft fingers.
Heart ‘of the sea I emerge from and
Soar with the breeze. When I see
A ‘field in need I descend and
Em’brace the flowers and trees in my ‘Million little ways.
I ‘gently touch the windows
With my s’oft fingers — And my
An’nouncement is a welcome song
‘All can hear but only the sensitive can understand.
I am the laughter of the field.
I ‘am the sigh of the sea,
The laughter of the field,
The ‘tears of the Heaven,
‘And so is with love.
Sighs ‘from deep sea of affection,
Laugh’ter from colourful field
Of ‘spirit; and tears from th’endless
‘Heaven of memories.