Spring, you are the blessing of the Monad, Come as the boon to the denizens of this Planet; you rejuvenate the dead cells Of nature- rocks, sands, waters and half-dead Trees be animated and spry getting
Yours lively and sweet touch. New leaves sprout and Embellish the trees as the newly wedded Bride. Flowers blossom and emit fragrance To the earthly beings and fairies who, By turns, be exalted to perform their Divine sports; your pacing on the earth makes All the beings and animals jocund. Juvenile striplings be more delighted And eagerly look for the spruce wenches; Having seen the juvenile's search for love, Fairies in heaven giggle, sportive nymphs in The lake hug their fellow male partners and Go for unending sports of love and fondling. Spring, you come and stay for thousand years on This planet and rejuvenate us with Thousand years to live on this beautiful Earth. We will never say goodbye to you, We will make you the inmate of this earth For ever; stay here in delighted heart. Your gentle breeze will soothe the writhing hearts and Bestow upon us the eternal joy. Stay, stay and stay for all futurity.
