Underneath this canopy of flower beauty,
Presently I recollect the morning time.
With resplendent dissipation in atomic thinking,
Boundless is the sport divine
With sweet scent of sandalwood, Who did appear;
Has He yielded to a sweetness gladdening?
Along with dye and music-mode to excite greatly,
He arrived, unaccompanied.
The wine of mind has become overflowing;
Imagination's great ocean has gone on dancing.
For Him none is foreign, no good or bad time be;
Effusive does He make everybody.
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Like it were a springtime morn, everybody feels reborn.
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