Essence of those fruits,
that laden on the flower bed
Rose high above and spread
its wings amidst the air…
The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,
And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.
That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside
Gives me a sensation of a pleasant
Yellowish tinge of happiness.
When in those autumn days,
Those yellowish orange flowers
rained down to earth,
The dryness if the summer filled land
Was blessed with an autumn melody.
The sweetness of a jasmine flower
Spread through the mist
And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,
Played aloud its sober tone
With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,
And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.
that laden on the flower bed
Rose high above and spread
its wings amidst the air…
The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,
And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.
That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside
Gives me a sensation of a pleasant
Yellowish tinge of happiness.
When in those autumn days,
Those yellowish orange flowers
rained down to earth,
The dryness if the summer filled land
Was blessed with an autumn melody.
The sweetness of a jasmine flower
Spread through the mist
And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,
Played aloud its sober tone
With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,
And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.
