As the myrtle leaves its color on my hands, I call upon the rain to refresh these fields with its bliss. O clouds, let your presence linger as long as these bangles jingle, and O thunderclap, sound your bugle in my domain. Wash away our sins as you cleanse the trees, seduce me with the gentle breeze that accompanies you. The raindrops dance, matching the rhythm of my anklets, for my heart is filled with glee, and my spirit is a casket overflowing with joy.
The fragrance of cornfields fills the air, ecstatic with the touch of the monsoon. The air itself is divine, and the noon feels pure as I stand immersed in this moment of delight. I run after the wonders born of rain and light, as if trying to catch the very essence of this celestial beauty.
The zephyr touches me, and the rain kisses my face, filling me with the grace and joy that only nature can bestow. I am a paragon of joy, spinning with the radiance of this effulgent, brilliant moment. I chase sparrows along the winding path, the song of the rain echoing in my heart. Let my soul journey with you, I think, as you wash away this “kaajal” of sadness and bring new light.
The stream flows, its current as refreshing as the rain with the tea I sip. Take me, rain, to the destiny you promise. Enter my veins, carry your aroma deep within me, and long live the innocence of sweet angels who dance in your mist. I run after the clouds on the brook, for today, joy resides in my heart, and glee fills my world.