Come soon, come soon,
O rain, my grand-daughter
Aaeeshanee is calling you
Come again and again.

With your coming, o rain
My grand-daughter want to
Hear the croaking of frogs,
Pealing of clouds,
Whistles of winds,
Rustlings of leaves,
Babbles of streams,
Ripples of waves.

O rain, come soon, come soon, come soon to see
The face of my grand-daughter that is like the moon.

gajanan mishra

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