When the sun rising up
In the eastern sky,
I find my love waking up
Into real life.

When the birds singing choral
On the blush green boughs,
I find my love singing so sweet
Accompanied the birds.

When the dew caressing
On the rose petals,
I find my love kissing roses
On their ruby cheeks.

When the parrot searching for
A spouse, echoes the grove,
I find my love embracing
A myna at her breast.

When the sun rising up
In the blazing sky,
I find my love making juice
To cast out my thirst.

When the deer striding run
On the river bank,
I find my love chasing deer,
Around looks are hers.

When the sun peeping down
From behind the clouds,
I find my love making potion
For my beating veins.

When it is showering slant
On the blades of grass,
I find my love sipping all
Globules on the grass.

When the stream running down
By my bamboo cottage,
I find my love combing hair
Reflect in the stream.

When the stare galloping
On the pasture green,
I find my love riding speed
On her heart’s desires.

When the sun going down
To kiss the mountain peaks,
I find my love reaping blooms
To kiss me on the plain.

When it is blowing breeze
In the twilight sky,
I find love circumambulating
Round the phallic God.

When the moon rising up
In the full-moon night,
I find my love flying across
Like a partridge wild.

When the moon lively shine
In the welkin blue,
I find my love thrashing lust
On my throbbing chest.

When the moon going down
In the chill moonlight,
I find my love haunting dreams
In her slumber deep.

When the moon vanishing
Into the day break,
I find my love waking me up
Kissing on and on.