He wandered in dry barrens,
To shed-off his smiley.
Today, he has a reason,
To get back his smile.
Ah! It fills the hollow.
The melting sweet ice,
Dear music of devotion,
Deployed with dedication.
The rhythm and beats,
The metal jingles,
The drums of triumphs,
The oscillation of flute.
Within green hills,
Streams of blue water,
Chippering unknown birds ,
The song without words.