Kashful's game with the clouds

White clouds float in the blue sky
The rain is playing occasionally,
The days are not rainy,
So is fear.
In the distance is the restless Kashaban.

The mind sways with him in the strong wind.
Kashaban wishes autumn,
I have heard Kashful's various cries many times;
Women in white clothes look like fairies.
And Kasaban is the kingdom of fairies.
The white cool clouds floating on the wings of the sky,
Is she more beautiful than Kashful?
Silent love of autumn and cashew flowers.