Sunday, February 11, 2018

There He comes

(88)  Hemante shirshire haoyate

With a bracing prewinter[1] breeze,
He is coming... there He appears.

In the garden, dropping are the honeysuckles;
Where have gone the medlars, jasmines, and cestrums?
Chrysanthemums, their arms outstretching,
Keep on calling Him with smiles aplenty.

Rosebuds go on blossoming,
And ginger lilies spread with drunk vitality.
Buzzing bumblebees, in great expectation,
They depart, drifting toward the heavens.

In cloudfree sky, the star-flecks twinkle,
All of them are on qui vive, hoping for Him.

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