Notice everyone

(3476) Amar e phulavane samgopane

In this my floral garden, privately,
Oh Who are You arrived today?
Home getting fresh green leaf, it painted mind;
Forgotten was all shame.

The bulbul on a branch sings;
With scent the buds of mango beam.
On firmament drifts a palash beauty,
Fresh garment having arrayed.

To dust drop fervent blossoms of Spanish cherry;
Blooms of silk-cotton watch, filled with audacity.
The trumpet trees look on with head held lofty,
Their golden coronet given a shake. 

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