During spring,
in the illusive garden,
flowers bloom,
layer by layer.

You poured into them mental honey
and filled them with the beauty of Your love.

The campa flower bud peeps through,
not wanting to let itself become covered by tender leaves.

The small bakul flower
and the colourful parul flower
open their eyes
desirous to look all over.

The fragrance of the bela and cameli flowers disperses
and the palash and shimul flowers become intoxicated with colours.

The buds of the ashoka tree spring forth all around,
facing ever upwards in search of Him.