More prettier than ever before
Across maximum days
Since I born
How beautiful such a day
In my open morning
Each leave and petal is so soft and smoother
Like my brightening life
Spring is in my eyes
Spring is in my ear
Spring is on my face
Spring has accompanied me
I do look like an another flower
No dry fallen drops of tear
No rotten smell from my open days
Today I would be an eminent singer
Flowing over the shining days
A good poet and an excellent painter
Everything is all about my spring
Nothing like a pathetic man
Here I go, I’m smiling
And my spring is following me
Consequently,
I do feel my own attar
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