In the life Journey of beautiful Spring
We a trivial camp where it halted momentarily,

In the few moments of its benevolence,
Its cool showers enthused greenery on our parched land,

Leaving behind an everlasting and unquenchable thirst,
Those bounties of Spring moved on,

The clouds soaking in the waters of love,
When do they ever stop or halt?

They moved on towards their destination.
Leaving behind a strange unquenchable thirst,

Some half lit lamps
Which wished to illuminate our souls
But could not provide luminescence...