Eso eso eso he Baishakh

Summer churn, welcome home, come along, come, please come along , (this morn) With your unwholesome breath blown away a far the fragile, and ailing, (a struggling croon ) Age old garbage may have mercy to egress Old memory, forgotten lyric history,oblivious Tearful dew sparkling now, may dry up in ease Wiping out a shame, curing a mayhem , shiver Burn saliently to season the pure suntanned believer O muse and the cues! Dry up your soggy feel Come and play around your flute of the ending zeal To tear the old labyrinth of mystic away, (weaving the renewed churn. )