The Coucals are calling at the break of day,
Wooing and courting, a-hooping away.
The starlings have arrived from far far away,
They chirp and they chatter in a chorus all day.
Sometimes balmy, often chilly, that capricious breeze,
Raising billows of dust, and rustling through the leaves.
The sun plays hide and seek with wispy clouds,
The koels stridently shriek out loud.
Fresh blossoms bloom on some trees
While leaves are shed from other trees.
Celebrating Basant Panchami