Being lonely, I am feeling so good,
I am feeling so right!
Affixing myself to the picturesque height,
Sometimes like a velvety piece of cloud,
I fly away very fast over the hills,
Crossing the heart of the valley,
Standing beside the crest of a low hill.
Suddenly, I noticed the stretching pathway of blooming flowers,
And the yellow petals,
As if the golden pearls of daffodils;
Dancing and swaying in the lap of dew,
On the riverbank,
Underneath the canopy of greenery,
And finally, with the mind-blowing rhythm of the breeze.
Gazing and lingering like the glittering stars,
Reaching up to the path of the Milky Way,
They flicker themselves solemnly,
In an endless and silent vision,
Hanging on to the peculiar rows,
As if they are absorbedly playing with the red-brown horses;
I counted more than ten million,
After my eyes captured the snapshots.
They nod their heads,
As if they are dancing to the rhythm of hip-hop!
The waves have also played with them,
Yet, these enormous and wild waves are tempered with their cheer of pleasantry.
In a fleeting moment,
None of the poets can capture the charm of that scene,
Only he can seize it if he wishes to invigorate his own being;
And if he finds such companionship with comic friends,
To whom I am most indebted,
And now, for which I search again and again with a vigilant gaze.
What kind of care do they bring to me,
Whenever I confine myself to bed,
Whether in the empty or soggy recesses of my mind,
They scatter the brightness of yellowness,
With the heavenly pleasure finely grained,
Fulfilling the fickleness of my heart,
On the petals of daffodils,
And with the flawless rhythm of can-can dancing;
They even conquer the loneliness of my solitary life!