At winter's end

(101)  Shiiter shesete nava pata ase

At winter's end fresh leaves appear;
The old ones get shed.
Spring came to the door
With many dance beats.

In dance-cadence, braids overflowing,
Bun slips, getting disheveled.

At winter's end, the tree without flowers
It gets loaded with buds.

Confident the snow will melt,
Every sprout peeps out with a smiling face.
In their nest, the birds sing Your song;
They all sport new raiment.

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