Wasanthayak Digu Jeewitha Gamanaka Lyrics by Bro. Charles Thomas

A springtime forms for the long journey of life,
in a pair of little blue eyes..
the long round of the world I have travelled till now,
feels as if its heat has finally ended..

Blocking the path of the hares,
I keep asking about you..
among the ducks amid the ripples,
I keep asking about you..

On the lonely night when the moon shone,
I wished to rise as a star..
the past, the day we met,
and everything that happened, held in the heart..

Your fragrance, on my resting place,
has lingered in every corner..
O lovely one whom God gave to me,
as you go, tell me of your love..

A springtime forms for the long journey of life,
in a pair of little blue eyes..
the long round of the world I have travelled till now,
feels as if its heat has finally ended..

This is a tender love song, sung by someone for whom love has arrived like the turning of a season. The opening image says it beautifully: “a springtime forms for the long journey of life, in a pair of little blue eyes.” Meeting the beloved has made the whole long road ahead feel like spring, and, looking back, “the long round of the world I have travelled till now feels as if its heat has finally ended,” the weary, dry stretch of life cooled and made green by love.

The middle verses show a heart that cannot stop thinking of the beloved. Everywhere the singer looks in the natural world, he finds himself dwelling on them, “blocking the path of the hares, I keep asking about you; among the ducks amid the ripples, I keep asking about you.” He treasures the memory of the day they met and “everything that happened, held in the heart,” and even the traces of the beloved’s presence, “your fragrance, on my resting place, has lingered in every corner.” Love has soaked into everything around him.

What gives the song its gentle reverence is the line that names where this love comes from: “O lovely one whom God gave to me.” The beloved is received not merely as good fortune but as a gift from God, which lifts an ordinary romance into something blessed. And so the closing wish is simple and trusting, “as you go, tell me of your love.” What the listener is left with is the warm gladness of a love that feels heaven-sent, a spring for the long journey of life, that turns even the memory of hard years into something green and hopeful.