On silky yellow fields
flowing beneath the blue sky,
with the taste of life,
coated in hope.
The cosmos smiles,
spreading warmth,
sprouting quiet riches.
Announcing the arrival of spring
wearing mustard sarees,
flowning over green earth.
Sprinkling hope
as the ice begins to melt—
life cracking open
with the chirping of birds.
Connoting a season of knowledge,
art, and literature,
where mastery slowly cooks
as prayers rise to the goddess.
Gathering the offering
to cherish it eternally,
we celebrate the coming of spring
with saffron rice
melting within us.
May Goddess Saraswati,
divinity of art and purity,
guide our minds and words.
Happy Vasant Panchami
— Ray Moonee