The blossoms are beaming like elane,
Kissed by a ray so soft.
The Sol is now benign;
Bathing the virid and Harlequin lands-
With gleam and shine.

The flowers are swaying with each gush,
The nosegays are despersing along each Zephyr.
They strew the streets with sundry hues of essence,
Designing motley heaven with exuberance.

The warbles of the birds are chirruping with spirit,
Their melodies are trebling in the air.
The euphonic yodels are caroled to this May,
The spring has brought gaiety and gay.

This sphere is now more alive,
With the new touch of zing.
Nature has awakened with a revivified soul,
This ardour spring is a holy blessing.