The flowers are once more in radiant bloom

The flowers are once more in radiant bloom,
And the nightingale’s rapture inspires me to sing.

Flowers have decked themselves like fairies in a row;
In colours divine-purple and yellow and blue.

Pearl-like dew on the rose is stirred by the breeze,
And the pearls glisten like the rays of the morning sun.

Beauty doth reveal itself in nature’s guise,
Not in the city’s tumult, but in rural peace.

The mind’s world is absorption, yearning, and ecstasy,
And the body’s world is profit and loss, greed and cunning.

The mind’s world has no place for tyrants and their subjects,
It has no place for the clash between the sheikh and the Brahmin