Spring is in the air

(3357) Praneri ujane chande gane

On my life's upstream course, with cadence and song,
Lord, kindly do arrive at psyche's pavilion.
My darkness has kept me pervaded with fog;
By intonation, that you dispose of.

The wind carries a scent of lotus;
Snared by infatuation, I have staved it far off.
You opened my eyes, You removed the obstruction,
With this day's newly risen sun.

Ashok and palash trees sway on Falgun's hammock;^[1]
With springtime abir is a gala multi-colored.
A painted earth new garments today has worn;
Having come, the mind You please adorn.

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