Birds do pour their charm and beauty
In their sweetest tone`s estacy
And gleams do spark on pearly velvet
Baby thou sleeping yet!
Wind that wanders in blitheriest gown
In deck`d golden heaven`s shine
And stirs to bloom its prettiest pet(flowers)
Baby thou sleeping yet!
Flow thy mat-lock, smile thy lips
Blink thy lids and rose thy cheeks
Lo! thy mate-morn welcomes thy nest(home)
Baby thou sleeping yet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This wake up call is sweet as a lullaby! Enjoyed!