My Happiness Hill

To those days indeed I owe a bow,
To the mornings and evenings equally so,
for what that is a light or delight, who knows ?
And blooms in both flowing to and fro.

Ah! The rain! A spray of the dew of the paradise
A boon, a miracle or an awaited prize
Are soaked in scents no earthly flower holds
clouds, those days they tessellate the skies.

The earth had none but in the heart a puny ache
For a celebration of true eternal make
To dance off all her dust and in her attire all adorned
Sans contraptions sans fears and just for goodness sake

What wish to make? What plume to hire?
Earth's happiness is no ruby no sapphire
A day of beauty and that beauty to come to stay
And to complete the earth to her heart's desire

Some baths I have taken in its sun
However sober but celebrations have begun
I have drunken deep from its melting of the moon
the drops collected in the depths of my earthen urn

Whispering breezes have let their secret spill
adornments of the earth too are in a thrill
the day, the most beautiful among days has come again
It calls me, It takes me to my happiness hill.