You are monsoon and the screwpine fragrance;
Joyfully with pollen You float onward.
You are autumn and the moonlight cordial;
Hope You rouse in the chukor's[1] heart.
Dear, You are the summer-heat's stream of water,
In both form and quality, indescribable.
In pre-winter, at Your feet's border,
With snow You pack the Himalayas.
Amid winter's foggy mists
Resound Your jingling anklets.
With spring's hues incipient,
You speak in motley language.
Joyfully with pollen You float onward.
You are autumn and the moonlight cordial;
Hope You rouse in the chukor's[1] heart.
Dear, You are the summer-heat's stream of water,
In both form and quality, indescribable.
In pre-winter, at Your feet's border,
With snow You pack the Himalayas.
Amid winter's foggy mists
Resound Your jingling anklets.
With spring's hues incipient,
You speak in motley language.
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You are the beauty in all my seasons.
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