1. The days blessed us with their joys,
And warded off their harms and annoys,

2. September came with glad tidings galore,
Singing the praises of time and its awards.

3. Don’t you see the softness in its air?
Matching the gentle flow of its waters fair,

4. Look at the fruits of its trees diverse,
Nestled in the cold of its hold traversed.

5. The breeze caressed them with whispered breath,
Nipping in the chill of its wintry wreath,

6. Can’t you see, its sea is a beauty to laud,
A gift for the joy of the bard.

7. Look at its blushing pomegranate, laughing,
Crimson cheeks amidst whiteness staffing.