At Magha's end, having come the spring,
It went on telling me:
"Rise, friend; today move in company mine!"
And through warm air, who does make sound,
Rousing and blithesome:
"Please arrive... Him we hold in mind."
Neath fresh greenery has gotten lost the dry-leaf bunch;
In forest-abode has smiled the tender palash.
This environment, love's ecstasy,
One decorates Him with floral attire.
Filled with beauty is the world outside;
In outright grief why will you bide?
Everyone gleeful, lost in laughter,
That Season King[1] we greet thereby.
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Everyone come out, and welcome Spring.
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