After crossing a year-long sojourn
This occasion has arrived again
Singing the spring’s lofty rhymes
Like young lovers in happy times.
Every year it does colour bring
People’s hearts do grip spring
This time also it has come
To invite us all in its fun.
Gurans budding in its tree
Cuckoo’s cooing heard by thee
Enchanting and winning season
Colours permeate through our vision.
Around me are my chums dancing
Sweet flute’s fluency, some are chanting
Colored bodies—red, blue, brown…
All feel on top as in crown.
Holika’s burnt soul also in hell
May too be drawn to this revelry’s spell
Clamour of ‘Holi’ suits our song
Evening to see the bright Full Moon.
With this Full Moon the Fagu ends
And goes away– away from us
Until the same moon to shine in the sky
Until next year it bids us Goodbye!
(Holi, 1986, Kathmandu)
Copyright: Chiranjibi Kafle