The grass on land is verdant,
The forest is vibrant,
The flock of birds is singing in the forest.
Psychedelic butterflies are chanting in the sky,
Lads and ladies are singing with no shy,
Is this day not tantamount to the day before yesterday?
In sooth I don’t have precise answer.
When I glance to the sky, the moon is trembling with laughter,
When I turn to the north, cats and rats are giggling and embracing each other,
When I turn over to the south, a mellow voice is praising the beauty of this day,
When I throw my nude eyes to the east, grannies are chanting and ululating.
Everybody is elated to turn over a new leaf.