My cry resounds across the world; this world of mine would have been otherwise a wilderness.
How could I have sworn by you otherwise?
Who would have bothered to evaluate the words?
The earth of mine would have been an ash-bin.
Extreme heat on one side and extreme cold on the other,
the forest all around abounding in apes.
Yes, this would have been the way of the deserted world.
The dew, the rainy day ravines, and the gardens, the birds warble, spring
verdure, the graveyards, and the narcissuses – all without their real being
and all yearning,
No story no subject would have originated.
Who would feel delighted to see the henna-dyed hands?
Utter waste would have been the exuberance of summer,
and no one would have been there to wail at the moth’s getting burnt.
No ecstasy, no remorse, no penance.
I made a scar appear on the face of a poppy.
I gave value to children’s babble.
I unveiled the ideas.
I made soothing cold to douse flames.
If I were not there, all would have been chaos.
The love and desire are my wealth;
I wish no power ruin this wealth,
I should not become the cause of my getting lost.
Oh I wish all people thought in this manner.
They could raise a rampart around the garden of love.
Faith makes dew shimmer and soothe, faith makes hopes bloom.
Courage starts gardens and make them flourish.
All would have been nothing if man were not there,
Who devoted himself to take care of the vast world.
Now if the same mankind goes against nature,
And lust makes forests barren.
If this did not happen faith too would have benefitted.
My cry resounds across the world.
This would otherwise have been a wilderness.
If the flame did not give warmth to the world, the Vyath of love would have been stifled as ice,
The mind become a cremation ground.