Welcome, O winds from the South
carrying the moist essence of life
you have travelled long miles
to the parch miseries of the great land
you send cool winds, to signal
your coming, auspicious arrival
the breeze carries your message
to longing eyes, to parched throats
their eyes are fixed on the horizon
for the winged bearer of the confirmation
for when the day does finally arrive
and the leaves stand still in raptured obeisance
O Indra, you shall strike first
Accompanying the thunderous music
Send down your bolts as a curtain raiser
To the dance of new life
One drop, followed by many more
strike the grateful many standing below
where the scent of the mud, enlivens all
Goads them to cross their doorstep into the open
Make a grand entry, O Varuna, Jaldeva
Bring your powers to bear, to bless
Bhoomi, furnaced by the heat, is exalted
with erotic freshness and emanating scent
From the Ganga to the smallest rivulets
Thank for the replenishment, roar with new energy
Leaves and bark, covered with dust and brown
Set free, show their true hue again
Sprout life, tell a story of hope
same hope, which keeps them alive till you come around again, O great showers!
