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Afflicted by a sun that's fierce,
Under summer's scorching heat,
Morning's jasmine and a mild breeze
A little coolness they bring;
But mind requires yet more soothing.
From their load, the mango-tree boughs stoop;
Rose-apple shrubs droop with their rows of fruit.
The brutal heat can be borne no longer;
This the mind constantly utters.
On the nocturnal wind and floral fragrance
Some abatement does get carried;
But mind craves still more relief.
Countless births and as numerous afflictions,
It's as if they were fused in the summer.
Fearsome Lord, send down the rain;
Mind always says the same.
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In summer, is this place fit for living?
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