O house dweller! Open the doors...o open the doors Waters ,lands the vast woods Are swayed by spring Open the doors! O house dweller O the coloured smiles In amounts so paramount In the ashoka ,palasha(flowers) O the colorful addiction Mixed in the clouds In the dawn sky! O in the new leaves Reigns a new swing! Open the doors O house dweller! O the flute is heard In the jungles Gently swaying to the Southerly winds! O the butterfly Swings on the grasses! O honeybees go about Taking flowers gifts! O in its wings It plays A beggar's veena(lute) O in the jungles Of the madhavi flowers The air is heavy With such scent Open the doors... O house dweller!
The beggar ...roaming nomad Gets a song on his heart For the nature Without the wit Of human Welcomes Heralds the coming Of O spring!