Around the budding flowers by fresh green leaves:
A bit of subtlety adorned;
I'm aware Chaitra did come.
With dew of grass and a lute's jingling,
I convey life's message.
Today, wintry inertia has left;
Psyche has forgotten its cleft wretchedness.
Awakening, love's liveliness has arisen;
From the core of heart I attract everyone.
Losing its color underneath snow heaps,
Earth has wept in a form with no leaves.
Today in song it invites the Honeybee;
Its hand is ever dextrous.
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And with it maybe my sweet Darling.
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