Here water lily floats on the water-

a white look on cool summer morning.

 

Grasses and sedges jut out of water, duck

weeds lend green and red to the water surface.

 

Mynas, doves, and bulbuls swing their heads,

with their spirited beaks, they dash the water

 

from the ponds, little sips, the wings opening 

they love the light, fly in all directions.

 

The subtle burr of the spotbill and cormorant

as the water glides under their feathers

 

In this space, all things are regrouped,

lofty Kadam trees mirror in water.

 

Cycle bells near the Shanti Kutir reverberate

on the trail of the memories, all gone yet present.