Finally

(3556) Ei kishalaye rauna prabhate

With these fresh, green leaves on a crimson morning,
You had arrived, You'd appeared.
Giving pleasure with a mild breeze,
You had smiled, You had beamed.

On the cosmic lower lip, a heavenly smile;
Along with it had been Your magical reed pipe.
Demolishing worldliness at end of crooked, stupid vice,
You had floated on the sky of psyche.

I could not recognize Thee;
Scripture with philosophy did not speak to me.
By each stanza my mentality having pleased,
Purged You disease and deficiency.

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