(55) Surasaptake madhuri bhari
Packing the octave with sweetness,
I sing of my forward march.
Coating the mind's temple with affection,
I say there's nobody unrelated!
The whole set of heaven's thrills,
They dance today upon the earth.
The combined nectar of the seven worlds,[1]
It's blended into one, my cousin.
Casting sweet magnolia fragrance,
I pay my respects to all.
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I am no one's enemy.
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