You are unruffled, idyllic, tranquil and steady;
In a storm-tossed life, You are the southern breeze.
The solemn Himalayan mountain, banner of lightning,
You're the Black-Curdled Ocean, in thought very deep.
On Summer's burning anguish, You are sandal paste;
At monsoon's screwpine forest, the fragrant air.
In Autumn's kush and kash, the sound chaste;
From a white cloud o'er anxiety, the dew refreshing.
On Prewinter at close of night, the misty fog;
With Winter's fall of ice, the fright awesome.
At Phalgun's abode, a green-leaved garland
Plays a song of Your veena in the Spring.
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When I am down You lift me up.
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