And gently falls the bakula
Upon the grass I tread
Fragrant flowers
Like fallen stars from the sky
A hundred poems to be read.

The bakula and the madhumalti
Sway in the warm wind
Watching children play
In stained shirts
With mud-filled nails
Bare feet and beady drops of laughter
Unmindful of the heat
While a dog playfully rolls over
Trying to hold the sunlight
That falls through the trees
A bird flies low resting on the firangipani
Butterflies dance around the hibiscus
And bees swarm happily
Hedges have blossomed with flowers
Creepers tap against the window pane
To wake the forgotten child in older hearts
And tell them that summer reigns

O in the garden of my youth
A bird sings aloud
O darling,arise,arise.....arise!
Opening your eyes
Filled with the
Sleepiness of
Good love
O the love that
Becomes your sole guide!
O darling ,awake,o awake
O today
In this night
So playful!
Awake in the
Sweet songs
Which herald
The maniac beauty
Of phalguna(spring month)
O in that
Song ,that
Lovely strain
Of first love
O you
The doubter
Of the first flush
Of love
O in my garden
The sweet cuckoos
Call out
O darling awake,o awake!
Awake in a
New glory!
O in the fragrance
Of new bakula flowers
O in the germination
Of the seed
Of the sweet
Soothing wind!
O in unseen
Secrecy!

O today in the
Overflowing floral
Decor
Awake in sweet
Shivering shyness

O in the bed of my heart
In my sleep
O listen
The sweet flute
Plays
In the depths
Of my heart
Of my inner
Soul
O darling,awake,o awake!

O friend Radhika!
Now do look intently!
In a sweet gait does
Shyam come!
Singing the sweet melodies!
O on his neck
Shines the flower necklace!
O the beautiful blue hued
Neck!
O beautiful!
Apply the vermilion
On your forehead!
O friends all dance,dance!
Sing the strains of
Coming together!
O the flowing beats
Of the cymbals
Encapture the skies of
The garden!
O friend now decorate
The temple
Light the golden lamps!
O fill the garden abode
With fragrance
Spilling fragrant
Water all over!
O mallika,chameli,beli
Pluck the flowers,
O child!
Make a string
Of juthi,jati
And the bakula!
O with thirsty
Eyes
Bhanusingha
Sees the path of
The garden!
O in a sweet gait
Does Shyam come
Singing sweet melodies!

O in the new joy of phagun
O am I weaving a song
In a tune!
O the forest path
He hears the sounds
The blessed beauty
Of the kokila!
O the forest filled
With the fragrance
Of the bakula!
O the honey filled spell
Of the madhavi blossoms
Fills the horizons
With varied colors!
O my words pick up
The buds of palash!
O I will tie them
Around your
Forehead!
O in the new joy of phaguna!