When the bright sun cannot invade
the thick leaves of the banyan tree,
the pure air shows his smiling face.
So the shepherd sleeps
in peace under the tree.
So does the cow sleeping
next to him and his flute.
The air conditioning machine cools
Off my body in a multi-storey house
But, tires me with its poisonous air
I dream a day-dream-
As if I have become a shepherd
Returning home after rest
under that banyan tree
Playing the tune of flute,
that maddens the surroundings
I wake up, and I open the window
My chest gets swollen in fresh air
The melody of the flute
still rings in my heart and ears
In my heart, I am a shepherd on a dirt path.
He ignores the frown of that path
Moves forward firmly on the way of life
And can sleep peacefully under
the rough trunk of the tree
The tune of the flute alleviates his sorrow
He follows the life philosophy
of a shepherd in his heart.
