At start of spring You'd appeared; You left, forgetting.
Why so, I know it not; oh what is my defect?
Even still with fresh leaves and floral increase
Is spring's beauty pageant.
Blooms had been there with delight;
Smiled had the blue sky.
The stars, they had publicized
Love's aggregate of consciousness.
Still now arrayed have flowers been;
Blue skies have remained watching.
The stars weeping, they are speaking:
That Beloved, won't He come afresh?
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