Under this moonlight blows a wind that's sweet.
By the touch of vernal breeze, aroma is impassioned;
The cuckoo bird makes one hear what story?
Earth is dancing with young, tender leaves in color;
Floating is the scent of the molted blossoms.
Along with the bastard teak and minds anxious,
Silk-cotton trees go on smiling.
The bed of medlars is coated with fragrance;
The magnolia grove with trumpet flowers is gone mad.
The floral ornaments, around foot wrapped,
They allure with Nature's beauty.
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Much in this world tends to entice.
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