It is spring in the northern hemisphere. A post by Ramarao Kanneganti brings back these lines:
|Memory and desire, "|
And from Mahe Jabeen for any season
ఒంటరిగా రమ్మంటే వసంతాన్ని వెంట తెస్తాడు"Which roughly translates "He is always like this.
I keep asking him to come alone but he brings spring along"
The second poem with translation here