Within golden illusion, in distant heaven, one angel remained awake. I am unable to bring
that into folds. In the darkness of my home, that entity went kindling light, I am unable
to forget that. At the end of the winter, spring came, along with chilly wind mixed with
inertia. That also went to the arena of the angel, how can I forget that. The spring also
went along with the trace of the caetra month, and summer came in terrifying form. With
red ochre scarf that also went smilingly dancing, and my cloudy, rainy, a’s’ad’ha
month descended.