English Translation:
The sun waits the arousing of your eyes to rise,
Thus he waits its suppression to set.
Thunder needs your smile to lighten,
Breeze needs your gaiety to blow.
Your serenade sprinkles rain in hot summer,
Your countenance blooms the moon in cloudiness.
Trees grow in your contentment,
Plants raise in your cheerfulness.
Flowers have longing of your smile to flourish.
Life has a requirement of your existence to live.
-JIgnasa
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