The longest and hottest days belong to thee,
Thou, who augments the effect of spring's verdure show,
Filled of festival hues your cast remains to be,
Feverishly temperature endlessly you bestow.
The Harbinger you are of Sweating Sickness,
Heling (Covering) the course of four to five months,
Ever you are on the mode of venting Steaminess,
To your name, 'born in summer' or 'who sums' are known puns.
Long anticipation of luscious fruits ends (halts) with your arrival,
Thou always give a way to glide up and down the Summer House,
Winter, who fumes cold airs is considered as your Rival,
Thou promise a long time; and never you depart in fouse.
The Midsummer Day is always to your acclaimed Credential,
You trample like a dame leaving your presence hence traceable.