Early lawns of the morning, With Floating white snow drops!
Hath the wise lady of the Night broken her pearlful garland?

Perhaps, The last night moon could leak his sounds of laugh:
Later in the dawn, I see, Oh God, All are diamonds than pearls!

Am very curious to know , the person who polished the snow
which, by virgin desperse the sun that moving the morning slow
And, wonder the greeny grass that crowning with shiny dews

And the melting diamonds, By the warmth kissing lips of the Sun
Oh, Great is the hug of the Sun and snow, On the bed of Nature

Butterflies that dancing on the stage of air intend to suck the drops
Thinking they were heavenly honey on the blossom buds of virtue
And, My heart desires for drops on the grass, As the bird does the rain!

Of earth and of heaven The beautiful virtue, we know is Love,
and why do you never open that for nature's seen and unseen

And, that is good as the motherhood among the earthy souls
Should you never known, Is not then thy life utter vain in the world!