Wind and wild, beasts and birds, bees and bugs
All crave for a drop of you: Oh! monsoon, shower on
Shower love on the bosom of soil and heal with care
The wounds drought has callously cracked over
And drained away silently life from it’s depths.
Oh! Peacocks, spread your charming quills and dance
To stop and please the dark clouds to melt and rain
Shower on Monsoon, shower on incessantly
Towering joy in the hearts of creatures earthly
Let cattle and sheep graze voraciously and content
Compensating fully the begone day’s scarce
Let the nature regain the lost vigor and vitality
That was looted by the summer-drought early
Groves and foliage be vibrant with greenery
To home the birds back from migrated territory
Let no horn bill beg for a drop of rain from
The passing barren clouds to quench it’s thirst
I hear in many tunes the songs of monsoon rain
How sweet is it to hear in varied pitch and notes:
It’s ecstatic to tune our throbs in unison with it
And to synchronize breath with the rhythm of rain
Mankind be relieved from sickening strain
And shower inside them a monsoon of pleasure
There in the urn of memories I always keep
The gems of mounting bliss you gifted once
In heavily raining dark nights Oh! monsoon
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