In this lovely charming autumn
I am a light object,
Often vision is blurred without him
Whose presence I can't reject.

I feel intense eagerness
Only to see him,
When he comes in front
Instantly I am dim.

All day long mind's flying
Wearing wind-anklet,
Applying hue from vast sky
Rolling along its blue net.

Nyctanthes asks smiling
What is his name?
Who makes you elegant
From wild to tame?

Catkin also asks drooping
Reason of my gaiety,
My mind attempts to tell
But vanishes like diety.