While I own the independent earth, stars and the sky here
Fields of flowers with breeze and fragrances that pour
Yields to miles and miles gloriously around everyone there
Singing and calls alluring, of nightingales heard near
Sparkling silver water flow all around is a fresh doer
Burning like gold above, lights the days with no fear
Light builds and destroys embellishing pearls pure
Head to toe, top to bottom, portrays colours that lure
Dead to living receives a cheerful embrace for sure
Why should I be gloomy for the notion of being poor?
While the whole world smiles around when I am here
As there no reason is found to be lost and sad there
For are we depressed for the past glory that did pare
shall we reason to judge not ill ideas escort us where
For being not erudite enough to see the beauty clear
As afraid of befalling misfortunes believed around here
For are all my generations blessed enough with prayer
Shall I not consider how am I prevented by gloom dear?
Do I still say time became old and promisingly swear?
Though time uniquely proven unlike papers I can tear
Greedy and eager look still appearing the faces here
So beautiful pictures and blessings worth dying mere
Yet never slightly happy and always extremely poor
