I am a nightiingale!

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose 

I went to the garden of Brama 

and saw 

the Bhudha beneath the old oak 

counting sorrows

Of the world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,

I went to landscape of Mathura And saw shakthi

and then heard the song of Shiva

And your aunty and her kins all the happy 

And then lost at young sea of loveliness 

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, 

I fly over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree 

Where Lord called on Moses, stay I bestows

You, the book, and stick, Ashanti you got me 

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, 

I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise 

And glowed that landscape and did impose 

His rule, far to East; where Son of Madina,

Took the lead, by different routes, 

And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose 

I am a child yet; shall fly more  contagious....