In the northeast when we see the vermilion cloud
And when the flow of wind stops,
All of a sudden strong wind blows all around in the four directions.
All the corners shaking the horizon.
A thousand sirens whistle & sounds time and again all around.
The chicks of the eagle also wept with tears,
When the eagle cries.
Numbers of thunders frequently shake the nature.
The earth and creature vibrate,
The heart of the cruel eagle also shakes
The eagle doesn’t know where to go back again.
His nest no longer exists as the wind blows in speed.
The eagle cries silently in the turbulent wind
And the splash of water.
The lighting vibrates all along the horizon
Like the king of dancers, Shiva shakes his long hairs
And he sounds his damru in one hand,
On the other hand, moves his trident emitting fireballs.
His anger light emits from his third eye guiding
The direction of moksha in the Milky Way along the distant sky.
The thunder strikes the earth again and again
The sky is kissing the earth on her soft leaps with fiery love
Wrapping the earth all around with the mad drunken wind
The creation of new life will bloom in this
Affectionate love of the sky, wind, and the earth & nature
When the eagle cries.

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