The altar of the church,
the bell in the temple
and mosque’s minaret
The breeze on the leaves,
chimes in the buildings
and birds on the branches
The lantern in the inn,
the avenue’s lamp-posts
and crickets in the woods
The lullaby of a mother,
bees in the gardens
and songs from the fields
Into the cradle of sleep,
all, but a craving mind
slowly retired to rest.
the bell in the temple
and mosque’s minaret
The breeze on the leaves,
chimes in the buildings
and birds on the branches
The lantern in the inn,
the avenue’s lamp-posts
and crickets in the woods
The lullaby of a mother,
bees in the gardens
and songs from the fields
Into the cradle of sleep,
all, but a craving mind
slowly retired to rest.
