Rainfall has arrived, confidence has come...
With heaps of pipe-reed in the neep arbor,
Gone on blanketing has a green color.
Like a rocking cradle swings the kadam;
With a thrill swells the peacock's bottom.
Presently, croaking is the frog;
In bliss it's been absorbed.
Today on psyche's veena-strings,
The octave of melody, being played, is rising.
All contemplation, abstract state adorning,
Dancing tearfully has begun.
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The many signs of Your presence make me dance blissfully all the time!
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