The arrival of summer brings the message
The petals of tulips slowly come,
Flocks of birds exiled in the cold return
The constant noise begins, the call of sweet voices.
The chirping that breaks my sleep,
A beautiful hour, although there is no rhythm of the tanpura.
In the golden light of the morning,
This is like the dewdrop of my life
I think, sitting alone at the window,
And I want to conquer the Indus.
Summer comes with a warmth that awakens the soul
Nature is adorned with green, soft, yellow
Golden, with fragrance, spreading its beauty,
Countless flowers, countless colors, fragrant spring
The gentle breeze is stirred, touches the forest floor,
Let it sway, let it bend, the flower group bends
Receives the message, the honey returns.
The melodious song of birds, along with the buzzing of bees
Isn’t the mind at home in such an atmosphere.
Blessed, blessed nature, you are so radiant
I think you are sitting alone at the window,
You are great, don’t ask for anything, just give charity
We are the beneficiaries, only the debt increases
The burden of the accumulated debt is paid,
I insult you.
Gentle spring, joyful summer— saying goodbye
to the characteristics of nature in the cycle,
Flocks of birds will take exile, the journey of exile
Even honey has not lost the limits and dimensions of rotation
All will be lost,
My loneliness will remain in a new way
Cold always, white white snow will be my companion someday.
Innocent sparkling snowflakes all around
In the full light of the sky, rays scattered
Reflected in ice crystals,
In the wonderful, gentle magical light glow
Gentle nature—day and night are lonely.
I think sitting alone at the window,
Blessed nature, you are my help
Something will be written again in poetry in rhythm and joy.
Toronto, Canada
