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* ''Griiśma'' (Summer) | * ''Griiśma'' (Summer) | ||
* ''Varaśá'' (Monsoon) | * ''Varaśá'' (Monsoon) | ||
* ''Sharat'' (Autumn)|group="nb"}} | * ''Sharat'' (Autumn)|group="nb"}} has finished. | ||
The days{{#tag:ref|Here ''days'' | The days{{#tag:ref|Here ''days'' is stressed by use of both solar and lunar calculation.|group="nb"}}, they transpire; | ||
The year goes by. | The year, it goes by. | ||
So many flowers fall; | So many flowers fall to ground; | ||
So many fruits | So many fruits tumble down. | ||
The year goes by. | The year, it goes by. | ||
Through many | Through many songs with heat and beat, | ||
Through | Through much anxiety and flow of tears, | ||
With my life the year did blend | With my life the year did blend; | ||
But now, alas, it's getting spent... | |||
It | It slips away into obscurity. | ||
Those who come, | Those who come, arrive to leave; | ||
Those who | Those who depart, go to appear. | ||
Those who float | Those who float off unto yon blue, | ||
They | They will return anew... | ||
They | They will turn up in fresh beauty. | ||
One rotation | One rotation has finished. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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