Question

निधनायाः बहायाः दहिला की दृशी आसीत्​

Answer 1

Answer:

How like the seasons is our life,

We face the sunshine, storms and strife;

As seasons come, so they must go,

We are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey new,

When flowers bloom and skies are blue;

The trees are budding, birds will sing,

With youth in bloom, it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature,

Face love and kids, home and career;

It's harvest time, success we seek,

These sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,

The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;

The chill descends and soon the frost,

We think, perhaps on things we lost.

Old winter grips with snow and cold,

We watch our destined fate unfold;

As now we near our time to go

And seek life's final afterglow.

by Joseph Anderson