The hillocks where the village folk
Assembled for a fun-
There then at length dissected all
Subjects under the sun.
The roadside shop, where middle age men
Debated and did part;
Through various ways homeward they trod,
Next morning to restart.
Stooped by their golden burdens, swaying
Paddy fields lush lay
Stretching far, far to the edge of river
Beneath the mountain crag.
Tweeting sweet music to the squirrels
And the swarms of bees
Ransacking plantain groves for honey,
Sat high those nightingales.
Before the crows and cocks in morn
Raise loud their lofty horn,
Before the dews of night from trees
Fall down before the breeze,
Beside the rattling reeds alone I
Sat there satisfied;
Reflects in crystal-clear brook
A swallow’s solitude.