Shishir Sikta Kharjur Viithi

English

Sending shivers down the lanes of thorny date trees, moist with dew, winter has come with encrusted snow, building new glaciers of ice. The birds and animals rush away to far off lands to preserve their lives and enjoy warmth, in the hope of finding a new sun. The water lily no longer blooms with blushing sweetness. Tell me, today, at whose call, in this chilly dawn, did the beautiful earth became bare? Winter came, like an ascetic yogi.