In the bamboo grove today, Oh Who did appear
On this brimming Phalgun, this advent of spring?
You came bringing the grandeur of exquisite artistry,
Every life spirited, fresh in heart and psyche.
Bakul shed the sweetness of their amity;
Mango buds tell the story that is theirs only.
Bombax and red carnations, observing the beauty,
Do caper openmindedly.
Kinshuk say: "I ignite a fire;
With this fire, heat-free, I bestow delight."
The wicker tray[1] of parul with a fragrance mild,
In solitude, it smiles.
On this brimming Phalgun, this advent of spring?
You came bringing the grandeur of exquisite artistry,
Every life spirited, fresh in heart and psyche.
Bakul shed the sweetness of their amity;
Mango buds tell the story that is theirs only.
Bombax and red carnations, observing the beauty,
Do caper openmindedly.
Kinshuk say: "I ignite a fire;
With this fire, heat-free, I bestow delight."
The wicker tray[1] of parul with a fragrance mild,
In solitude, it smiles.
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On Your arrival, the whole world comes alive.
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