Spring is Here in My Farm House
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Dr Ranbir Laishram
The frosty wintertime has gone by,
No more morning dense fog and cloudy mind,
Cold breeze no longer touches my face,
With the arrival of 'Cheiraoba Festival',
The sweet Spring is here in my farm house.
Spring is a time of wonder,
When the spring peepers emerge from hibernation and begin to call.
The sky is pure and azure blue;
Often dark grey in the morning,
And is adorned by clouds of varied hues.
The thunderstorm and gale at night keep me awake.
Birds sing and pair again,and dine on my courtyard.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
The thirsty Hydrangea flowers dance in the first rainfall,
And bloom at the buzzing sounds of honeybees.
Young grass springs on the plain;
Seeds, roots, and stones of fruits,
That have lain dormant all through winter,
Put forth their shoots,
Telling of the hidden life within.
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees.
What a wonderful day I have,
Sitting in my lawn, dwelling in the beauty of the lovely spring season.
Oh,Indra, god of rain!
How merciful you are!
You feel the plight of the farmers and populace;
Who pray for monsoon rain which comes late this time.
A sigh of relief for both the rulers and masses!
What a great relief for all !
There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Oh,Spring !
The season of new beginnings,
Stay with us for a little longer.
The frosty wintertime has gone by,
No more morning dense fog and cloudy mind,
Cold breeze no longer touches my face,
With the arrival of 'Cheiraoba Festival',
The sweet Spring is here in my farm house.
Spring is a time of wonder,
When the spring peepers emerge from hibernation and begin to call.
The sky is pure and azure blue;
Often dark grey in the morning,
And is adorned by clouds of varied hues.
The thunderstorm and gale at night keep me awake.
Birds sing and pair again,and dine on my courtyard.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
The thirsty Hydrangea flowers dance in the first rainfall,
And bloom at the buzzing sounds of honeybees.
Young grass springs on the plain;
Seeds, roots, and stones of fruits,
That have lain dormant all through winter,
Put forth their shoots,
Telling of the hidden life within.
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees.
What a wonderful day I have,
Sitting in my lawn, dwelling in the beauty of the lovely spring season.
Oh,Indra, god of rain!
How merciful you are!
You feel the plight of the farmers and populace;
Who pray for monsoon rain which comes late this time.
A sigh of relief for both the rulers and masses!
What a great relief for all !
There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Oh,Spring !
The season of new beginnings,
Stay with us for a little longer.