The still evening is the fruit of my noisy day
Thanks God that the fair labour
Of earning my hard earned livelihood
Throughout the day with no rest
Comes to a blissful end.
My eyes are loaded with soft slumberous weight
Of dewy sleep promising me the sweet dreams
Of a peaceful night of a broad day light
When I will go to work again
With no harm to any body.
When I would be again lost into the din
Of busy and fatigued life
Bringing me a sweet and dreamy night
Providing me a sight of the hard day
And making me hopeful of my bright future.