In a flower

(1159)  Rauner melay esechile tumi

You'd arrived with a festival of color;
In a flower-show, is there such glamor?
With enchanting magic You had risen,
Smiling in both youthfulness and sweetness.

On the first morning You had been solitary;
Stealthily You'd let Yourself get revealed.
With Your glee, Your touch of vitality,
Earth had filled with greenery.

With jingling sounds You had capered,
Ever executing diverse steps.
With entranced bliss under Your spell,
The mortal world's been enthused by what grandeur?

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