Breezy April, vagrant April
Rock me in your swing of music;
Thrill my branches with enchantment
At your touch of sweet surprises.

In my life-dream by the wayside
You come startling me from slumber
Wilful in your mood fantastic
Courtin, teasing, and inconstant.

Breezy April, vagrant April,
Living with my lonesome shadows,
I know all your fitful fancies
Leafy language, fitting footsteps.

All my boughs break into blossom,
At your passing breath and whisper,
All my leaves break into tumult
Of surrender at your kisses.

Poem by Rabindranath Tagore