Sugata

Hail our lord the mighty Sugata,
Behold as he sways on the floral swings.
Playing flute which sounds so euphonious,
That even the peafowl dance along,
With their fully spread wings.

To the sound melodious echoing everywhere,
All those creatures do hear.
Those squirrels ascending the trees swiftly,
The elephants grand and that golden deer.

Salving, fragrant and holding attention,
The entire place spattered-
With roses red and bright.
Forth him is the pond bedecked
With enchanting Lotus and Lily blooms,
And aquatic birds brilliant and white.

The Sun slowly and gradually marks the arrival of a beautiful dusk,
As it nestles into the arms of those enormous hills.
And the birds perching on the branches above make even infinites resound,
With heart stealing voice of their rhythmic chirps and trills.

Witnessing this,
My heart longs to sing a hymn,
And scatter delicate flower petals,
All just to venerate him.

With a bright halo around the face,
And a mind stealing aura;
The conqueror rambles all over the soil,
Blessing every creature, fauna and flora.

Soon came the glow worms,
Invited by the falling night.
Burning lamps too arrived,
Afloat on water bodies;
My heart will always cherish this beautiful sight.