I feel half asleep
My eyelids are heavy
As if I am in a dream.
A gentle breeze
Sways the flowers of spring
And sooths my languid crown.
The shades of the trees are my friends
Desires I have none
I take my seat by the wayside
And I don’t look behind.
The rustling leaves keep a common tune
With the vague thoughts of my mind.
In the skies
The playful clouds write idle tales
With their lazy hands
Raising in my mind
Hazy memories of far-off things.
Above in the hot winds of this spring
There floats a raft laden with sweet perfumes
And below laid out is a grassy plain
Where in a honey-yielding bower
The dove is cooing alone her plaintive song.
Translation of the song of spring - Adhek ghume nayan chume swapan diye jay - by Rabindranath Tagore. Best recording of this song is by Debabrata Biswas.
The original is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/6347