Who Am I
I am the first cool rays of the sun
Brightening the night-time’s shadow
I am the silver gurgling stream lying in river’s shallows
I am the welcomed rays of the sun lighting the gloomy wood
I am the soft hand of dawn caressing the tiger’s brood
And awakening the baby rabbit
And stroking the woolly bear cub
And stirring the birds to singing
And melting the cold, black ground
So the mushroom can be found
I am Bala, Bala, Bhumi, Bhumi
I am the young virgin earth
I am the awakening springtime
I am the dainty lilies of the field nodding our lovely heads
I am the first crosus of spring just climbing out of my bed
I am the melting snow on the hill gathering a waterfall
I am the chick from the broken egg,
Stretching and standing so a tall
I am the roly-poly puppies
And soft and tender kittens
And wobbly, gobbly elephants
And all the new-born babies
From all the motherly ladies
I am Bala, Bala, Bhumi, Bhumi
I am the young virgin earth
I am the awakening spring time.
