Season of honey when sweets combine,
Honey bees line upon line,
From sweet blossoms honeyed feet
Honied blossoms and honey sweet.
O sweet is Brindaban today
And sweeter than these our Lord of May;
His maiden -train the sweets of earth,
Honey -girls with laughter and mirth,
Sports of love and dear delight,
When instruments honey sweet unite
Their sounds soul-moving,and sweet O sweet
The smitten hands and pacing feet,
Sweet the swaying dancer whirls,
Hinied the movement of dancing girls,
And sweet as honey the love -song rings.
Sweet bidyapati the honey sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem