Winters blood will drip into the melting snow,
When again the colors of nature will show;
Tomorrow with fragrance of thousand shades,
That for a summer - without any fades.
This shall be final - when autumn comes,
And winter drones in, earth again hums;
For we are here not to keep on still,
Put pass away - like others will.
And nothing ever is fresh for long,
There is rot in every leaf that falls;
This is a seasonal all time song,
Again and again season to earth calls:
Winters blood will drip into the melting snow,
When again the colors of nature will show;
We have those colors to pure our mind,
And leave all reminiscence of winter behind.
Again and again season to earth calls:
There are springs and there are falls.
Again and again season to earth calls:
There are springs and there are falls.
There are springs and there are falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem