Cold mild; like ice-touched feather not so light!
Blossoms of flowers in their sweet sight!
Shy sun rays seem to contribute their mite,
To make this season so glad and bright!

A myrrh-fragrant breeze blows delightfully,
Feeding poetic feelings fully;
Fogs, like minute cotton particles, fly,
Birds on branches bid them cool goodbye!

Come, dear love, stay with me a day or two,
Rains in the south, now, maybe scary;
As birds drift adjusting seasonal woe,
Can’t we enjoy this season merry?

(While November in Northern India is enjoying a pleasantly cold weather,
southern India is suffering from heavy rains)