There is no one to stop me from getting lost,
Anywhere at all, as long as I make a wish in my mind.
I spread my wings to the rhythm of my song, in my imagination.

I go beyond the stony wilderness of all fairy tales,
I get lost and reach a far away place, where silence rules.
I go through the "parul" forests and get to know the "champa" flowers,
All in my imagination.

There is no one to stop me from getting lost,
Anywhere at all, as long as I make a wish in my mind.
I spread my wings to the rhythm of my song, in my imagination.

As the setting sun reaches the horizon,
And the clouds are all like cotton flowers in the sky,
On the surf of the seven seas,
I float faraway to foreign lands.
I throw open the locked doors of fairy worlds, in my imagination.
	--written by Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Anonymous