At a flower-garden under mind's pavilion,
Confounded, a hawk-cuckoo sings:
"Where are You, oh do tell please, You are where?
Touched by my heart, a song with strong emotion
Arouses in the buds a swaying."
Convened have the fresh green leaves and blossoms;
The silk-cotton tree, in flower it has become.
At the depths of mind, with a sweet-smiling visage,
Everybody craves just one thing.
The grove of bastard teak has smiled with color;
Floated has the scent of fallen buds.
With fire and wind, on earth and water,
A stream of ambrosia keeps flowing.
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Monday, December 22, 2025
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