Though my voice has no sound,
The birds in the sky
For me, speak!

Though my branches have no leaves
Yet, the birds gather around,
With me, chatter!

Though my day is absconded by light,
Yet, there is a lamp
For me, glows!

Though the oceans vanish
Though the colours stain black,
A hope, there is
With me, to strive.

And when the spring arrives,
The lifeless, dried-up brook
Shall rise to its vitality
To an overflowing, brimming
Stream of joy!