Beneath the golden maple tree she sat Gaily on a tinted rosy mat With her treasured violin in her hand Composing blissful hymns so ardent Tuning the soft strings with never ending zeal Pouring the joy of her mellowing feel Enchanting music of magnificent allure pour Like meandering rivulets splashing its invigorating roar Drifting herself in a glittering trance The spectacular view of a rhythmic dance Where he waltz with his amazing charm To grasp her delicately in his unfolding arm A ray of happiness flounced her face To dance with him in gentle pace Monsoon showers quietly splashed Whispering that her dream is slashed