Notes from Wikiquote
The flower-buds have not yet broken their slumber; They are still lost in a languid trance. | Even now - the North wind sighs night and day | Through the empty, desolate branches. | The South wind, singing its Ghazals, has not yet arrived | Nor is the honeybee yet enchanted. | When will that flower-maiden, tearing her veil | Step out into the world? | When will the joyful touch of dew break her sleep | And flush her cheeks with crimson? | The spring tide of blossoms will come | Waking the buds and breaking the banks. | A smile will steal upon the lips of the flower-buds | And dimples will bloom on their cheeks. Ohh Poet - enchanted by the scent, you dove into the water | But found no shore. | You filled your heart with flowers today | Tomorrow, your eyes will fill with tears. | Swing, swing, I give you a swing, yet why do you not wake? | Phagun (spring) is here, calling out—rise now, my friend, for heaven’s sake! | Shall I break your slumber with hope or intoxication? | Or shall I stay awake myself, in restless expectation? | The southern breeze has arrived | The bees and birds are lost in your love, revived. Rise, rise, oh rise, my friend, Phagun is finally here | The southern wind whispers a question: "Where is the heart's dear?" | Rise, rise, oh rise, my friend, Phagun is finally here | The southern wind whispers a question: "Where is the heart's dear?" The blossoms of spring awake, the riverbanks shall overflow | A flood of flowers is coming, in a vibrant, rhythmic glow. | Upon the lips of the budding flowers, a smile will softly play | And dimples will grace the cheeks of the earth in a floral display. Oh Poet, lost in the fragrance, you dove into the deep | You found no shore, only secrets the waters keep. | Today your heart is full of flowers, but your eyes shall fill with dew | Oh Nightingale of the garden, do not swing upon the flowery branch anew. | Bagichay Bulguli Tui ( O Nightingale, do not rock the flower-branches In the garden today)