When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy's in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
Come home, my love, and think no wrong!
When berries gleam above the stream
And half the fields are yellow,
Come back to me, my joyous dream,
The world hath not thy fellow!
And I will make thee Queen among
The Queens of summer and of song.
when the monsoon wind blows come back to me i will shield you from the rain waves and storm
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I would like to translate this poem
Superb plea! ! When happy twilight hours are long, Come home, my love, and think no wrong