When the fair winds blow

(2282)  Tumi ele, amar kanane ei abelay abelay

You appeared
In my grove at this tardy hour, inauspicious.
Flowers mine all have started dropping;
Petals go on withering in the dust.

When there had been blossoms in the garden,
It had been awash with colored sweetness.
Then You came not, You deemed it improper;
Understanding Your game, difficult it was.

Once more will my flowers bloom;
Will new color and perfume rise in what is without hue?
Will my love-tree get infused with green shoots;
Oh won't You come to a bright Elysium?

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