No more the leaf grow greener,
No more flowers bloom in wilderness,
No more birds chirrup around,
No more ripe fruits fall upon the ground,--
I stand like a lifeless tree.
No more the stars shine brighter,
No more free clouds play in tranquility,
No more the sun do hide and seek,
No more full moon glow with serenity,---
I became a pale, colourless sky.
No more the meadows have green grass,
No more rains make brooks in them,
No more lambs run merrily around,
No more shepherd's play flute,--
I am now a barren terrain slope.
Still i hope a pure, rain drop will fall upon me,
I know I will be what I was, his faith enlivens me.
No more flowers bloom in wilderness,
No more birds chirrup around,
No more ripe fruits fall upon the ground,--
I stand like a lifeless tree.
No more free clouds play in tranquility,
No more the sun do hide and seek,
No more full moon glow with serenity,---
I became a pale, colourless sky.
No more rains make brooks in them,
No more lambs run merrily around,
No more shepherd's play flute,--
I am now a barren terrain slope.
I know I will be what I was, his faith enlivens me.
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