Bridal Night

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose 

I went to the garden of brahma and saw

The bhudha beneath an old oak counting sorrows-

Of 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 reign 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....