English
Spring has awakened today, in the mango blossoms and mimusops, in the cotton flowers, in the parul and palash trees and in the wildflowers of the forest. Come, O Lord, let us all move in cadence with You, blending our rhythms with Yours, in this fresh and new atmosphere. In the bauhannia garden, full of flowers, the cuckoo bursts into the song of the new. In the fragrance of flowers, that song floats towards You today, in absorption pure and profound.
