Maybe you are missing the green grandeur of Shravana,
Who has flown far away spreading its moisture laden shady wings .
The eastern wind declares, his time is over.
But the autumn assures, don’t be afraid now that the tenure has expired,
We will have all the day doing nothing,
But by playing games in untimely hours.
Does the dark cloud still enjoy a good time?
Now that he has no friend!
The eastern wind replies, the dark cloud must leave now for good.
The autumn reassures I will blend light into darkness,
And you will see how the cloud will put on a golden dress,
Amidst the sky,
Losing all its murk.