In the cadence of dance,
in the rhythm of dance,
spring comes and comes.

The fog shrouded trees now glitter with light
and again smile.
New flowers and leaves cover the earth's body
with ornaments of wildflowers,
spreading their disheveled hair all over the sky.

Spring rushes in the rhythm
of the purvasha* dance,
adorning nature with beauty
In this month of sweetness,
spring comes and comes.

Waves of sea breeze waft aloft.
The warm ocean laughs and smiles;
all departed charms return again.
The one who is the source
of this sweetness and splendour
in thoughts of Him the mind blissfully floats.