Touch of Spring

Spring is knocking on an empty door,

The melody of the insensible cuckoo's song soothes the heart.

The roadway is getting decorated with Royal poinciana;

The sound of music can be heard approaching from a distance,

The blessing of God is present on this planet.

The surroundings are starting to take on the hues of the season!

Bees are buzzing and a variety of birds are calling;

The gardens and yards are blooming with flowers—

The trees' new leaves and buds make everything look gorgeous.

It's now springtime in this nation,

The cuckoo's tone left me disappointed since the harmony in it had been gone.

The octave heart exhibits the attitudes of love.

Birds can be heard chirping in the tree branches;

The echites, fountain tree, and butter tree have all been neglected, which irks me—

The spring dress has a romantic undertone, so the wait is not yet ended!

The lamp of hope is ablaze in the courtyard of the heart,

Spring will wake up in the cape of our mind.

The garden of flowers will conceal the existence of thorns,

My eyes reflect the wind's movement through the branches.

The cedar blossoms are blown by the Brahmin kite,

The passion of love is lost in ignorance!

The vibrant decorations of nature take away the gloomy feeling of winter—

The roughness slowly subsides since there are so many new arrivals;

Excellent arrangements can be noticed as we welcome the arrival of spring.

Branch of a tree will sprout a new leaf, branch of a mango tree will sprout buds.

Fiery crimson bastard teak flowers are a sight to behold;

Attempts are made to submerge in hundreds of festivals throughout this period.

Right now, spring is speaking in vibrant tones;

The river of dreams' waves glisten in the light of the eyes.

Someone makes a loud, deep-colored call in the humble conversation of flowers—

The inauguration of life awakens in this spring.

In the midst of the dream of eliminating the disparities, the heart touching green song awakens;

The light of tradition has pointed in the direction of common sense,

Today's world of internet is joyful as well.

I honour everyone in this blossoming aroma of spring,

Couple of oath is waking up in the mirror as the love grows within it.

The day will glide in light when the clouds will pass,

I will welcome the new dawn with a monochord melody!

I'll send a letter of indifferent clouds to the greenery;

I will reveal my heart's desires to the spring.