When Will She Come? (Dreaming Under The Gulmohar Blossoms) / Searching For A Gulmohar-Like Beauty Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the red-red fiery gulmohar clusters of blossoms
Ruffling under the blazing heat and dust
Of May,
I dreamt of you,
I dreamt of you, my love,
Bringing you to my home
As my coy and shy mistress,
The bride in sixteen shringaras.

Under the red-red fiery clusters of gulmohar blossoms
Ruffling under the blazing heat and dust
Of May,
Stood I watching
The ornate and florid beauty and dazzling hue
Of the exquisitely beautiful blossoms
While passing by the way,
Paused a bit,
I kept dreaming with the love-letter
Into the hands of mine.
My love, where are you,
When will you come,
How long shall I go waiting for,
O my Gulmohar!