Here comes spring

(104)  Nrtyera tale tale nrtyera chande

In the cadence and rhythm of dance, Here comes spring, here she comes. The fog-shrouded trees are asparkle; With new leaves and flowers, they smile again. Bedecking her whole body with ornaments of wildflowers, Spreading her unloosed, disheveled hair across the sky, Spring makes haste in the rhythm of the purvasha[1] dance, Embellishing nature in this month of sweetness. Billows of vernal breeze arrive as the warm ocean smiles; Departed geniality returns. The source of that geniality, the source of that splendor— The thought of Him always arises.

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