Season-King

(107)  Vasanta aj haslo

Today spring did laugh;
On this earth is only merriment...
In the flowers' candied glance,
In the flowers' honeyed nectar.

Today, let us race off toward heaven
With rhythm and song, peacock and cuckoo call.
Let us wipe away all filth and gloom;
On spring night birds importune.

The seasons' King is come to the gate today;
Now flower buds, they are always awake.
Let us cast aside all inertia
Inside life's warm current.

With touch of life everything beams;
All things float upon His stream.

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