I haven't a clue

(3473) Ei puspita kadambatale

Under this same blossoming Cadamba tree,
I had been in tears.
Along with the frogs, on a solitary seat,
I'd sat at a space lonely.

A cloud goes on calling and makes the peacock dance;
A dream-entwined mind does flash.
By Whose loving affection, through an unknown liking,
Surges my dispirited psyche?

Pollen of screwpine is afloat on the breeze;
With new tears a jui jasmine fragrance beams.
However many closed doors had belonged to me,
By power of Whose mantra, they opened in a wink! 

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