I look to the sky, and whom do I behold?
The morning breeze wafts in, what message does it carry-
Deep within my Self, what feelings, these, astir!
Come hither, O friend, come hither-
Come hither, my brother, sit by me, my beloved.
Out east, radiant sunbeams glitter upon the edges of the clouds
The crest of the sun's gleaming chariot is halfway revealed.
The streaming sunbeams fill the sky with birdsongs
How sweet, aha, how sweet like honey is everything!
Sweeter than honey, this light, sweeter than honey, this breeze
Sweeter than honey the song of the rippling brook.
Mine eyes gaze forever at whatsoever they behold
Whomsoever they meet, they invite over near.
Such beauty, such joy, dewy-eyed my tears flow
My poor heart drowns in an ocean of gladness.
Come hither, gentle morning breeze, carry this spirit of mine
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