The rain has stopped and sun-light
Smiles on the cloud.
It is holiday for us today, brother, today is a holiday for us
I can't think of how to spend the day, which woods
to seek after getting lost.
Which field to choose for all the assembled boys.
With 'keya' leaves we shall build a boat
and cover it with flowers.
And float it on the palm-lake and watch it moving rockingly.
With the peasant boy we'll drive the cattle and play the flute
Press the flower-seed to our skin ransacking the champak wood.
	--from Selected Songs of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Abu Rushd