Trees shed off leaves,
Flowers bloom and . . . wither away. . .
The doves cry ceaseless...
Stormy summer ends;
The monsoon sets in.

Fog envelops the serene earth,
Tender leaves sprout. . .
Flowers bloom and . . . wither away. . .
The doves cry ceaseless. . .

Everything goes by an invisible command.
Only you and I remain adamant!