The nature brings, in the springtime.
Most lovely things, in the springtime.
From heavens, lands down on the earth; 
the great season's king, in the springtime.
The exquisiteness fly around the globe; 
with its open wings, in the springtime.
Overall greenery and colorful flora, 
Nature starts carving, in the springtime.
Eager rivers be vigor for new voyage; 
snow begins melting, in the springtime
The radiant flowers fan out the aroma; 
bees reach hovering, in the springtime.
Tulips adorn fields, cherries the gardens; 
Cuckoos come to sing, in the springtime.
Prepared to offer alluring lavish love, 
sweet heart of darling, in the springtime.
- S. D. Tiwari                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    