Mind your ear in the dark

Hear the wind blows

And croons the cryptic notes

Words are dancing on foliage

The dingy and dusky sky yens sunshine

To end up the dark age.

Open your ear in the dark

And listen to the silence

It converses without voice

It says the day will come

Today itself, no more tomorrow

No more tears, no more sorrow.

The trees are thrilled

And all the birds with lips closed so far

Call now warmly one to other:

The Monarch of the day 

Has accorded the undying ray

For us forever.