Swaying trees in the direction of the breeze,
Flowing waters down the slope of the hills,
Grazing meadows caressing the plateaus infinite,
Living in harmony are the elements of nature.
When disharmony reigns terror infinite,
Then storms and floods a havoc they find,
But thee is so great, harmony he refines,
That peace and love he showers, Oh so fine.
Settling the dust of hate and anger in the grind,
That fragrances of joy he distributes so fine,
Love of thee intoxicating now I find,
Running I want to come to thee I gradually find.
- Dr. Hira