Good tidings oh! The bird of the turf that the spring has returned,

The time of drinking and necking has returned.

The time of the grieving and wilting is over,

Appealing to the beloved returned.

Whithered and the afflicted ended,

The lives with multi-colour shades has returned.

The yellow colour upon the turf removed and disappeared,

The garden due to the sun's ray was enlivend.

The cup-bearer and the tavern, the minstrel and dancing have returned,

In search of the Beloved's tress have returned.

If you happen to pass by the school "tell the Sheikh,"

For getting your lecture, that tulip-face returned.

Cease the santimony in this joyful season,

As to our ears the melody of "TAR" has returned.

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