Image by suchitra prints(Away for a few days) via Flickr

I have a garden in my dream
Anything of mine will be given.
Through which flows a lovely stream!
Opened to all innocent ones,
Dare you not touch guilty sons.

Flowers of love are blossoming there,
Find you friends, sorrow anywhere?
If you find it in my heaven,
Anything of mine will be given.

Flowerbeds filled with greenish leaves,
Formed out from the happiness it weaves;
New ones stay beaming at you,

Actually saying everyone adieu!
Doves are flying everywhere
Over the garden, here and there,
Leaving the song you like to hear,
Giving the lines of peace you dear!

Flowers of different kinds are there,
Truthfulness, their leader ever share,
Behind it comes the mercy bud
Companions of love chewing the cud.

Bees are humming beautiful notes,
Showing the satisfaction, it has got,
Giving me happiness in my heart,
Creating anyone little hurt.

Came there once a hasty crow
Searching someone to make a row;
Smiling composure told me not,
Pain the crow, even in a dot!

Peeped into my bed sunrays gently
Time to end my dream bitterly!
I wish I had seen it again,
But never it gave me its own gain.