Oh, blossoms of Avani! Nature’s radiant treasure trove,
Garden lanterns aglow, like fireflies that softly rove.
You stir my gentle musings, a cascade of delight,
My heart dances with tender thoughts, a fragile, wistful flight.
On the branches, in the forest’s deep and luscious boughs,
Why do you spread your radiant light, enchanting all that browse?
Which stream did you bathe in, as you dressed in your attire,
To grace the unknown woods, O foreign, heavenly fire?
In the gentle zephyrs of the Malaya breeze,
You sway and gently whisper secrets to the trees.
Did you ever think, my flowers, in your fragrant prime,
That in your own reflection, you’d lose track of time?
With your own enchantment, you seem so much beguiled,
While gazing at your image, in nature’s mirror styled.
You’ve bathed in your own beauty, your aura, your grace,
Lost in your own allure, in a captivating embrace.
Amid the stars of the distant sky, beyond our mortal reach,
You shine, oh radiant ones, like jewels on a celestial beach.
But we, mere mortals, we claim you as our own,
The precious gift of earth, a paradise that’s known.
In the soft caress of the evening breeze’s sway,
Why did you, my blossoms, choose to silently stay?
What thoughts crossed your mind, as you stood there in the field,
In the meadow’s lush embrace, what secrets did you yield?
Stay a while longer, linger in the morning dew,
Sleep, my lovely ones, in the arms of night, as dreams renew.
I’ve lost, and now, I do not call for battles more,
For the silent touch of beauty, from your lips, does pour.
In the chariot of dawn, bathe in the golden stream,
Rest in the lap of night, oh, sweetest, lovely dream!
Intoxicating, ah, how intoxicating you are, dear blossoms, so divine,
How much joy have I found in this endless, timeless wine?
In the world’s unrelenting blows and ceaseless stormy waves,
My worn-out body now finds solace in your fragrant caves.
Sorrow, pain, and suffering, they fill my life each day,
What joy, what boundless ecstasy does beauty’s presence convey?
With each passing day, the cruel wounds of life do scar,
But in the realm of your fragrance, I forget who we are.
The ache within my heart, the future’s constant strife,
Who can fathom the joy in this fleeting, precious life?
Your nectar, sweet and soothing, flows in this ocean vast,
For you, oh lovely blossoms, the Lord has made us last.
We are but mortal beings, frail in our design,
But in your presence, we find the divine.
In the gentle touch of dawn, in the embrace of night,
Sleep, my lovely ones, in your tender light.
Intoxicating, ah, how intoxicating you are, dear blossoms, so divine,
In the embrace of your beauty, I stand before your shrine.
