volo ha baaghvaano.......
(COME GARDENER!)

Come, gardener ! Create the glory of spring ! Make

Guls bloom and bulbuls sing - create such haunts !

 

The dew weeps, and your garden lies desolate;

Tearing their robes, your flowers are distracted.

Breathe life once again into the lifeless gul and the bulbul !

 

Rank nettles hamper the growth of your roses.

Weed them out, for look thousands

Of hyacinths are crowding at the gate !

 

Who will set you free, captive bird,

Crying in your cage ? Forge with your own hands

The instruments of your deliverance !

 

Wealth and pride and comfort, luxury and authority,

Kingship and governance - all these are yours !

Wake up, sleeper, and know these as yours I

 

Bid good-bye to your dulcet strains. To rouse

This habitat of flowers, create a storm,

Let thunder rumble, - let there be an earthquake !