The loyal sun of blue heaven sets in the west.
And shy heathwren return to her mother's nest.
By early autumn, the couple will depart to plains
Of Panjab, they're just a few days guest to us.
Nice to see you, O sweetheart! In the garden
Of fruits and flowers, every year
you come
To visit us, and moreover, you are our part.
And never carried with you despair or fear.
Or the virus or disorder but bringing it with you
Gentle breeze, the sweetness of berries, beauties
Of seas, the dews of youth, shades of lofty
Trees, rejoice with me, ah today
when everything
Is not okay, display, only love is our remedy.
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