The Piping Of The Rain Poem by Bhai Vir Singh
The Piping Of The Rain
The piping of the rain
birds has ceased,
Dadar and peepiya
are silent now,
The dance of the peacock
is over,
It is the season
of the cooling dew!
The dew is falling
everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath
of heaven blows.
It is the season of the cooling dew! The dew is falling everywhere, And wet is every rose. The gentle breath of heaven blows. Congrats Bhai Vir Singh
I bow to thee O! Poet Scholar! Still alive the soul Of the thousands of godly streams, the nectar bowl.
A beautiful poem with a soothing flow and it makes a nice reading. Loved it.
The dew is falling everywhere, And wet is every rose. The gentle breath of heaven blows....//// beautiful poem
Different seasons, different colours of nature. Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:27:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a fascinating scene of nature has been created in the poem which brings to fore the charm of rainy season. Bhai Vir Singh ji was a renowned Punjabi poet and author. Thanks.