O Spring, thou hast come, Herald of life!
Dispelling darkness with thy radiant light.
With carefree spirit and unfettered might,
Thou piercest clouds, a dazzling, welcome sight.
New leaves and blossoms sprout from earth's embrace,
Fresh life and vigor fill the air with grace.
Spring's joyous dance, a vibrant spectacle,
awakens nature with its gentle spell.
Bees, toads, songbirds, all sing thy praise,
While peacock's vibrant plumage dances in the grace.
Spring's enchanting beauty, pure and true,
Enraptures all, both old and new.
O Spring! the King of Seasons, we adore thee,
For all, the gifts of life thou bestowest so freely.
'Saroj'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful ode to Spring, "Vasantha" as we call the Queen of All Seasons. I find a bosom similarity with the great poem of Shelley "Ode to The West Wind". In poetry one need to work hard to alleviate chances of being read thus. All the best.