With many songs did You fill
This Your world, hey my Lord.
Dances both the atom and molecule;
In song's music mode, puny and large.
The nebula, on does it dance;
The meteor and star do prance.
Planet and moon, they caper;
Remain dancing, great and small.
The peacock, with tail it dances;
Autumn, with kush-kash and night jasmine.
Honeyed buds and silken shoots,
Simultaneous in Spring, dancing they cause.
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In Your world, my King of Kings, everybody dances, especially in Spring.
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