Before the Sun peeps in the morning br Transparent sky is gray like a woman's mourning. br I touched her warm tears gently along the grassy road br And it's really food for my crying bare feet. br Far away I walk towards the thatched school br And the Headmaster holds the cane as a sword br If somebody comes late. br Though it's painful the strikes I had, Yet my life has tempered like steel br And I must thank you Sir for the elixir you wake me up all the time in the drowsy life.