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In plain words
Spring has come to the garden of the heart, and the spring is meditation on Śambhu. The dry leaves of sin loosen and fall. Sprays of the devotion-creeper flash open, climbing coral shoots of merit. Buds of virtue burn bright; the blossoms are the words of japa; the fragrance is every good tendency laid down in you. Honey gathers and runs in waves — the nectar of blissful knowing. And the fruit swells and swells: pure awareness.
Close to the Sanskrit
In the heart-garden, which is now joined by the spring that is meditation on Śambhu: the withered leaves of sin have fallen away; the sprays of the devotion-creeper shine forth, resting upon the coral shoots of merit; the buds of virtue blaze; the flowers are the words of japa; the fragrance is good tendencies; the wave of honeyed nectar is the bliss of knowledge; and the swelling of the fruit is pure consciousness.