"The sky is filled with pearls, a sight to behold,

As dawn breaks, the horizon's beauty unfolds.

The earth, wrapped in greenery, shines like a gem,

As the morning sun rises, its radiance beams.

 

The environment, like a lover, weeps with joy,

The gentle breeze whispers secrets, as the trees employ

Their leaves to rustle softly, like a gentle hush,

As the cold wind blows, the minarets tremble with a gentle rush.

 

Then, the chariot of Arun (the sun) arrives,

And the path ahead is illuminated, with a warm, golden light.

And thus, the morning has arrived."

Written by Kunal Bain & Translated by Rita