O spring! please say,
Why is horizon in heyday?
Beauty! beauty! charming beauty,
Love is spreading incense so pretty.

Who are you playing on flute?
Why are you in hiding, darling cute?
Spring is staining me flower grain,
Heaven is bestowing lovely rain.

What's your age? asks the lad,
You are anti-romantic boy, very bad.
Suppose, I am millions of years old,
Time keeps me beautiful unfaded bold.

I am a poet, the foster-daughter of Time,
I paint images of eternal love in rhyme.
I am ever-sixteen, magical night, flowing fountain,
In blossoms of spring I am sleepless girl having no grief and pain.