Season of crowded joys, fragrant and blessed with an excess of light. Mind floats and dances amidst voices of the breeze. The messenger of the east strikes with the spell of youth, singing with the bird of morning.
Branches of trees sigh with festivals of flowers. The perfume of the lilacs greets the breath. The day is a dancing girl decked in garlands. Notes of the flute float on the spring air.
Let the season’s ecstacy blaze up like divine laughter and burst upon the day.