Tanka

 

cuntanós samhraidh
Sri Anandamayi Ma
is tús an earraigh
        lonraíonn i gceobhrán fómhair
        an chéad sioc sa gheimhreadh


the face of summer
Sri Anandamayi Ma
the first days of spring
        she glows in mists of autumn
        and the first frost of winter