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114 (15/11/1982) K


KEKÁ KALARAVA MUKHARITA PRÁTE
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SHATA VIIŃÁ NANDITA MADHUR NIKKANE
JALADER CHAT́Á MEKHE GÁY
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TÁLI TAMÁLERÁ ÁJ NAVA RÚPE SEJE CHE
NIIP NIKUNJA SUVÁSE HESECHE
SNIGDHA SAMIIRAŃA KETAKI PARÁG MÁKHI
DÚR NIILIMÁY BHESE JÁY
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DARDURERÁ ÁJ ÁNANDE METECHE
JUTHIKÁRÁ TÁR SANE KI JENO KI KAHICHE
SALÁJ KÁMINI PHÚL SUGANDHA CHAŔÁYE
KÁR PÁNE BÁRE BÁRE CÁY
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At dawn, piercing with the peacock's call
who are You who came in Your ankle bells,
jingling sweetly like a hundred lyres,
adorning Your body with the lustre of clouds?

The palm trees today have dressed in new garments,
a gentle breeze spreads the pollen of screw pine flowers
and drifts towards the distant azure sky.


Today the frogs are croaking in joy
and the jasmine flowers are whispering secrets
while the blushing kaminii flowers are shedding their fragrance
and glance at You, again and again.










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