Seeing through showering mist-
Golden clouds sucking nectar
And slowly gliding away
Placing a kiss of confidence and poise
On the glossy cheeks of mountain dear
Before repatriation
Of the sun
With a wish
To see the offspring the next year.
All vegetation in apprehension
Of many season’s separation
Have withering begun,
Shedding frozen tears
From multitude leaf-eyes
Before the final adieu.
Birds from the distance horizon
Assembled to greet
In multitude hue and sound
At the return journey to north
Amidst tormenting bawl.
The sun at end of south journey
Leaves stealthily
Covered in the veil of multitude cloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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