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KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSIÁ CALECHE
VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY
NIIP NIKUINJE PUINJE PUINJE ALI GUINJARI JÁY
VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY

TAMÁLERI TALE TAMASÁTE DOLE
KHADYOTERI MÁLÁ ATALE UCALE
VEŃU VANE KEKÁ NÁCICHE UTTÁLE
MEGHA MEDUR DYOTANÁY
VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY

YAMUNÁRI JALE, BHÁT́ITE UJÁNE
TÁHÁRI CHANDE METECHE ÁNAMANE
BÁNSHARII MÁDHURII PRATI PALE KŚAŃE
KII UCCHVÁSE UPACÁY
VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY

KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSIÁ
CALECHE VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY







Into the rain moist breeze, the pollen and fragrance of ketakii goes on floating. Into the
niip arbor, clusters of bees go on buzzing. Below the palm trees, series of fireflies
swing with inertia, high and low. In the bamboo grove, the peacock dances vigourously
with gesture of soft touch of clouds. The water of the Yamuna’ river flows in upward
tide, getting unmindfully frenzied at their rhythm. The sweetness of the melody of flute
produces outbursts each moment.