poetry

O poet! Silent Ken-Falgun catches that coming,

 Won't you take it in the spring, then worship?

 Said he raised his soft eyes-

 The skull of the south door?

 Batabi nebu flowers bloomed? Mango buds boiled?

 Dakhina Samir has been eager to smell it?

  

 Haven't you seen it yet? I asked why the poet today

 Are you crazy? Where is the new floral arrangement?

 He said looking far away-

 Bahiya of Alakh's path

 Did the boat come to him? What is the arrival song?

 Did he call me? - I haven't heard, I haven't searched.

  

 I said, “O poet, do not compose songs even today,

 Basanta-bandana then listen to my plea.

 He said in a soft voice-

 "No, not at all.

 Song in my gahi! To bring in the spring-

 He didn't forget, he didn't forget, Falgun Smaria came. ”

  

 I said, “O poet, are you so arrogant?

 Even if it comes, it is useless if you do it. ”

 He said he was absolutely disgusted-

 “Why in vain? In the case of Fagun

 Did the flower not bloom on the branch? What is the king of the season did not love the flower?

 Madhabi bud does not smell in the chest? Didn't he make offerings? ”

  

 "Anyway, why this intense aversion to spring?"

 I said, "Why do you give pain to the poet in the season of neglect?"

 He said sorry to him-

 "Magh's monk on the northern side of Kuheli-

 Gone slowly on the way to the flowerless horizon

 Empty handed I can't read it, I can't forget it. "