Saturday, September 27, 2014

Hail to the king

(102)  Ashoke palashe nava ullase

Among the ashoka and palash trees, in fresh jubilation,
The king of seasons comes today.

On the vernal breeze, in a ceaseless dream,
Flower pollen wafts.

He has come with the fragrance of blossoms,
All disseminating sweetness.
Throughout the universe, in warm air,
The lamp of life is lit.

With a flash of color by Your majesty,
The earth is flooded with joy.

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