The woods are aflame with the colours of spring
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring
The twilight flickers,
The twilight flickers
Like a flame amidst the growing shadows.
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring, again.
I remember, once, I was lost
Like a teardrop in the churning waters of the Sarayu.
I remember, once, I was lost
Like a teardrop in the churning waters of the Sarayu.
But now, like an emperor, I am crowned
In this heady flow of a poet's song.
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring
Yet, I remember I was once
A fallen flower, unsung, adrift in the Yamuna,
Yet, I remember I was once
A fallen flower, unsung, adrift in the Yamuna,
Today, I am the soothing melody in the Shepherd's flute,
Heralding the dawn.
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring
The twilight flickers,
The twilight flickers
Like a flame amidst the growing shadows.
The woods are aflame with the colours of spring, again.
