Everyday and every night I can see in my mind’s eye,
The golden paddy and the fleshy palm leaves,
Swaying against a dark monsoon sky.
Rain tapping on huts and stones,
Muddy roads soft and slow,
A sudden Nor’ western wind finds its way to my hamlet,
Step by step,
Once more.
Thousand bamboo leaves shake in the breeze
As seagulls, sparrows, and pigeons soar high,
On a mid-afternoon summer sky,
The fragrance of wet muddy lanes,
Fill my nostrils,
Oh beloved land of mine!
Smells of honey, mahua, and mustard seeds,
In damp and rusty coves,
Glide by in wet monsoon rain,
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